Saturday, December 26, 2009
The Calm After The Storm
It feels a little like a tornado hurtled through the house and then thought "I have a great idea...I'll go back and just stay at Bob's today, and we'll see what happens". The tornado rotated lazily all day, with the worrying prospect that it could at any moment explode to full velocity...but it didn't happen. By 10pm, it had all but petered out and 3 tired kids fell in frazzled heaps into their beds.
Christmas eve night was a different story. Bob woke at 1am with acute onset of the Screaming Heebeejeebies (that's a real diease people...I didn't spend three years at nursing college for nothing) ...and my usual remedy of administering the prescribed amount of 3am Dora the Explorer was off the table as we were expecting a visit from Santy into the very room that the dvd player sits. Much dramatics, and many woken children, later we resolved the problem with an ingenious game of Musical Beds in which bodies were strewn across our bedrooms like the aftermath of a tsunami. Bob and Toad no.2 were at one stage in our bed, and sleeping with Toad no.2 is like being battered by a human windmill on acid. For a child of sparrow-like proportions, she can pack a surprising punch.
Eventually, calm was restored, small people slept...and Santy came and made everyone very happy.
Much industrial strength coffee was consumed, a fabulous dinner was cooked by head chef James and all was well, rumbling tornados aside.
OK, enough already with the meterology....today I am enjoying the Survivor High (again, a real medical condition) and I'm even looking forward to clearing up the flotsam and jetsam (for the love of God would somebody please stop me???...there's only so far you can stretch a metaphor).
Posted by Jean at 10:30 AM