Monday, February 21, 2011
Is there an echo of time with a twist in here?
In 1998 my 2 eldest munchkins went to the cinema to see the animated movie Mulan, my Miss 18, whom at the time was my Miss 6 went along with her elder brother and friends and I waited for them to finish in the Westfield shopping centre at Marion. After the movie we sat down at the coffee lounge for a post movie critique and run down, where Miss 6 announces 'it was really good Mum. The girl that played Mulan was the same girl that was in Pocahontas". I did have to glare at my son whilst asking him sternly to verbally restrain himself for all manner of remarks concerning how daft it is to think that a cartoon character is real, but that one gave him quite a few weeks worth of ammunition against his blonde younger sibling. Well in the spirit of nostalgia I grabbed a copy of Pocahontas for my little girls to watch and it was Miss 8 that piped up and said "Hey Mum, that's the same girl that was in Mulan" the funny thing was that my now Miss 18 actually said a few degrading remarks about Miss 8's comment until I reminded her that a few years ago she had came out with the same logic in reverse. Bless them, they are the sweetest things.
Friday, February 4, 2011
It's oh so quiet....
Well, the rain has, for a second, subsided. The house is oh so peaceful with the exception of Miss 8's insidious questions and nagging and moaning about no nectarines being left in the fridge, wanting chips but not being able to have them and don't get me started on the comments about how boring rain is, lol. Yesterday I realised just how much more noise she is capable of producing then Miss 4 and Miss 6 when they are left alone together for an entire day, even though house bound. Scary thought, very scary thought. Miss 8 suffers from a switched on brain, she is forever questioning life and wanting to know what is going on and as impatient as I can get with her I should be grateful that she is interested in talking about everything with me and I hope the day when she doesn't feel like sharing her every thought with her Mum is a long way off.
The rain has just started to fall again and so have the complaints, Miss 8 hates this stupid weather, again, for the 100th time in the last hour, ah Lord give me patience.
I am very fortunate to share my bed with 2 little munchkins at night. Yep, I have gone from trying to ease Miss 4 out of my bed to somehow just having Miss 6 join us, don't ask me how that happens but it has. To be honest I kind of feel at peace knowing that they are close to me at night and maybe it's a misplaced kind of nesting thing that I can just gather my little chicks under my arms and sleep peacefully. Although the other night I must have not snuggled in close enough because in the middle of the night there was an almighty noise that happened simultaneously to me seeing Miss 6s' arms and legs, all splayed like a gangly legged spider, sort of flip off the side of the bed. Poor little baby was laying on the floor and I asked her if she were ok, she opened her red little eyes and smiled at me saying "I'm ok, I just hopped off the bed". I was really concerned about her, she made a horrid noise when she hit the floor and yet she just wiped a little bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, gave me a kiss accompanied by a "I love you Mum" and lay down and went back to sleep. It must have given me a bit of a fright because I couldn't just go back to sleep then. I started to think about falling out of bed and falling out of love. Yep, don't ask me why I think these things.
So here goes. You think your in love and you feel a sense of warmth and comfort that helps you sleep at night, sometimes you might need to pull the doona up a little or sleep with the fan on when things get a bit heated, but overall you feel happy to be in your bed. But one restless night, when you get maybe a little close to the edge, you just flip out and hit the floor. Initially it's the sudden shock of not being where you thought you were that wakes you up but as you lay there looking under your bed you see things or yours that have been put out of eyesight, lying under your bed and under a layer of dust. There is an old suitcase, a couple of boxes and a cricket bat, the cricket bat was there just in case anyone ever broke into the house in the middle of the night but it too, thankfully, has attracted a thick film of dust. The suitcase holds the clothes you loved wearing before you were married and a few special occasion pieces too expensive to give away, everything in that suitcase is now 2 sizes too small, well for the moment. In one of those dusty boxes are all the memories of your growing up, photos of holidays spent with your brothers playing by the sea, the school friends that helped you through your teens and still keep in touch along with a thousand moments recorded when you were happy to smile. The other box is full of trophies, some basketball championships but mostly indoor cricket trophies, but on top of all these are the certificates and achievements obtained through study and hard work. Now that you've orientated yourself and realise your on the floor and not on your bed anymore you stand up. Now I guess the secret to knowing if you have fallen out of bed or out of love would be the moment when you stand, look at the person with whom you share your bed and determine if that person holds more joy and happiness, more importance in your life than everything you have stashed under it?
See, there is a reason why I should be sleeping at night. My brain, a little like Miss 8's needs to stop working so hard sometimes.
The rain has just started to fall again and so have the complaints, Miss 8 hates this stupid weather, again, for the 100th time in the last hour, ah Lord give me patience.
I am very fortunate to share my bed with 2 little munchkins at night. Yep, I have gone from trying to ease Miss 4 out of my bed to somehow just having Miss 6 join us, don't ask me how that happens but it has. To be honest I kind of feel at peace knowing that they are close to me at night and maybe it's a misplaced kind of nesting thing that I can just gather my little chicks under my arms and sleep peacefully. Although the other night I must have not snuggled in close enough because in the middle of the night there was an almighty noise that happened simultaneously to me seeing Miss 6s' arms and legs, all splayed like a gangly legged spider, sort of flip off the side of the bed. Poor little baby was laying on the floor and I asked her if she were ok, she opened her red little eyes and smiled at me saying "I'm ok, I just hopped off the bed". I was really concerned about her, she made a horrid noise when she hit the floor and yet she just wiped a little bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, gave me a kiss accompanied by a "I love you Mum" and lay down and went back to sleep. It must have given me a bit of a fright because I couldn't just go back to sleep then. I started to think about falling out of bed and falling out of love. Yep, don't ask me why I think these things.
So here goes. You think your in love and you feel a sense of warmth and comfort that helps you sleep at night, sometimes you might need to pull the doona up a little or sleep with the fan on when things get a bit heated, but overall you feel happy to be in your bed. But one restless night, when you get maybe a little close to the edge, you just flip out and hit the floor. Initially it's the sudden shock of not being where you thought you were that wakes you up but as you lay there looking under your bed you see things or yours that have been put out of eyesight, lying under your bed and under a layer of dust. There is an old suitcase, a couple of boxes and a cricket bat, the cricket bat was there just in case anyone ever broke into the house in the middle of the night but it too, thankfully, has attracted a thick film of dust. The suitcase holds the clothes you loved wearing before you were married and a few special occasion pieces too expensive to give away, everything in that suitcase is now 2 sizes too small, well for the moment. In one of those dusty boxes are all the memories of your growing up, photos of holidays spent with your brothers playing by the sea, the school friends that helped you through your teens and still keep in touch along with a thousand moments recorded when you were happy to smile. The other box is full of trophies, some basketball championships but mostly indoor cricket trophies, but on top of all these are the certificates and achievements obtained through study and hard work. Now that you've orientated yourself and realise your on the floor and not on your bed anymore you stand up. Now I guess the secret to knowing if you have fallen out of bed or out of love would be the moment when you stand, look at the person with whom you share your bed and determine if that person holds more joy and happiness, more importance in your life than everything you have stashed under it?
See, there is a reason why I should be sleeping at night. My brain, a little like Miss 8's needs to stop working so hard sometimes.
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