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I now have little pockets of time at times of the day that I never had before. Take now, for instance- I'm writing this in a quiet house before I grab my keys and rush off to lift Luke from nursery- even a year ago, that wouldn't have happened. Similarly, my precious quiet evenings that I looked forward to, sometimes from noon on a particularly 'challenging' day, and guarded so jealously that I resented even answering the phone, are now filled with teenagers making late snacks, hogging the TV and endlessly FaceTiming their buddies.
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Old. I saw it in their eyes when they asked how many kids I had and what their ages were, and as they shook their heads in wonder because 'big school' and teenagers was like light years away. I wanted to tell them that it wasn't that long ago I was exactly where they are now, and it wouldn't be too long at all before they stood in my shoes too. But I didn't, and they wouldn't have believed me even if I had. I just gazed wistfully at my baby as he played happily with the teapot house and understood that unlike them, P1 would for me be a series of lasts, not firsts.
3. Yikes, midlife crisis anyone? On a lighter note, Dora the dog is obsessed, OBSESSED with zhu zhu pets- those annoying electric hamster things that get under your feet and squeak a lot? Well, the younger kids have a selection of them- at £1 each in Home Bargains- I pushed the boat out- and she just tracks them all around the house.
There's been a few casualties too- I came across two that had been mauled- wires hanging out, squeaking stuck on a loop, clumps of fur all around- it was a crime scene-so they've taken to hiding them in high places. Here's Dora tortured with longing, leaping up and down knowing that her nemesis is hiding just behind the picture...she stayed like this for an entire hour.
4. Call me a saddo, but tonight we're off to see Bagatelle - they're playing in tent at the top of our road as part of the annual GAA festival and I'm VERY excited. I've never seen them live before and they are legends- an old school local band that provided the soundtrack to long ago days. *faraway look* Many's a snog I enjoyed with 'Summer in Dublin' playing in the background and I remember listening to their Greatest Hits album on cassette as I 'revised' for my finals....good times.
5.So, given this, Boogie in the Car Seat this week has to be Bagatelle. Enjoy my lovelies, and have a good weekend, Em xxx
I remember it was you in P! and me doing the 'lasts'. And as for evenings alone - I think maybe in another 5 -10 years for me...lol
ReplyDeleteI was just trying to think is lasts were more emotional than firsts?! I will be one of the mummies doing the first visit in a few weeks, i always wondered why people got so choked up about it until it was happening to me! And no i don't believe you about the teenagers thing - mine are never going to get that big!
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I do know the last thing. When it's your first you want them to do everything first, when the last baby comes and you know it, then you take your time, no rushing. Mind you the years between 16-19 I could totally rush…but I digress. Our last baby I swear my husband and I always carried him, I have no idea how old he was when he learned to walk (might have something to do with not letting him ;)) I know when my youngest started kindergarten the realization hit that I'm the "old Mummy" that kinda smacked me upside the head because I wasn't really thinking that until then! The lasts are a wee bit emotional I think because it's not just the last child but the last of your (dare I say it ) youth that is walking off with that last child.
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I cannot look after other people's babies it sends me into a crazy state of broodiness which terrifies my husband! lol ;) x
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