Praying for constant and quiet.

"He's taken an impossible to use work phone to the back and he's down!"

On Monday night "Same bedtime as his kids Athletico" was having a dream about his work phone ringing and his not being able to find it. Heart racing and claw like fingers searching in pockets, in an Alfred Hitchcock pre dawn fog. An increasing need to alert the Coastguard to an emergency unravelling before his eyes.

A light bouncing around in the shoreline. It could be reflective strips from a jacket on a lifeless body? It could be a life jacket that has innocently fallen off a boat and made it's way to land. Both scenarios are possible but only one will jerk you awake when your mind is loading a distressing show reel to accompany night sweats.

Luckily this was just a dream. This becomes startingly apparent when your ringing work phone ineffectually pads the duvet  as Tired and Emotional Athletic throws it at you at 4.30am.

When your day starts here then breakfast will feel like lunchtime and lunchtime will feel like bedtime. 

If your day starts here as it can do for Same bedtime as his kids Athletico" you're making your way down to the Seafront to open gates, shine a light under Piers and check students haven't run off with a life ring.

By Wednesday and two sweaty nights in it looked like "Same bedtime time as his kids Athletico" could find himself at the bottom of this week's family sleep league.

It really wasn't the fault of the International students playing chicken with the shore dump that he was knackered. His 20% gruffer than normal reminder of the dangers of shingle beaches and shore dump might have saved them from wet feet or far worse.

As "Same time as his kids Athletico" went to sleep on Wednesday he prayed for a night of constant and quiet. His prayers were answered and at 5.30am the alarm rang out to remind him if he was to write a blog that could become something? Now would be a good time to continue chipping away at that.

He could hear the soothing noises of Asleep within seconds and Fidgety legs United discussing the power play between Captain Hook and Peter Pan downstairs.

This and a humming boiler being the only noise downstairs meant Tired and Emotional Athletic may have to change her name to Adequately rested with reassuring squirms Sportive.

The increasing number of texts this week about Braxton Hicks and tummy tightness reminding both people in the family old enough to understand that a time of scratch mits, powdered formula sand being woken from animal like snuffling noises was fast approaching.

Who would this new person be?

How would his presence effect the family dynamic?

What would his Family sleep league name be?

Galleria Proxima Generacion

"Mi familia es mi puerto en el puerto en la tormenta."

 Crayon and felt pen on Salmon crepe paper. Water and grape juice soaked from a leaky bottle in an upside down book bag. Dried on the radiator, flattened under The beginners guide to Krav Maga for 2 days and stuck on the wall. 

21.0cm X 29.7cm

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