"That’s not ice cream darling and it’s probably about 20 years old!"
I came down on Monday morning to be greeted by a unique family scene.
My 35 of a possible 40 week? pregnant wife sat in front of a freezer chipping away at the more stubborn ice in her dressing gown.
The chipping tools of choice being a wooden spoon and a plastic dinosaur. I was tempted to suggest a screwdriver but the spoon and the T Rex did seem to be making pretty quick work of those ice shelves.
My son was laying on the floor playing what can only have been another instalment of "International woodlice rescue" He was so engrossed in his own World that he didn't notice the Cheerios stuck on his forehead and cheek.
My daughter was working on her latest masterpiece at the kitchen table (see below).
I made myself a cup of tea, grabbed the weightier of the Velociraptors available and waited for my shift at the Ice mine to start.
Two gate patrols this week meant that "Same bedtime as his children Athletico" had never been a more accurate name for the family's patriarch.
Tired and Emotional Athletic quite possibly tired from her ice chipping activities early in the week seemed to have had a fairly solid week of sleep.
"Asleep within seconds Town" and "Fidgety Legs United" were also both unnervingly quiet all week. There were even mornings when I got to view a possible future.
I made loud noises from the kitchen.
I turned on bedroom lights and opened curtains.
I pulled off duvets covers and tickled feet.
The only possible explanation for this sudden U turn from being a family of sleepless bed hoppers to adults who genuinely can't believe their luck at having a three and fivenager is that we may all sense the times are about to change. As well as having a Kids bedroom that now looks like the cupboard has thrown up, our children now need to be woken up at 7.15am!!!!
I think everyone senses that Boy two who presently at 35 weeks could be like Boy one who started his life early popping out at 36 weeks.
Maybe a higher power is giving us all a bit more sleep in preparation to having a bird like animal who will eat, sleep, poo repeat with absolutely no regard to any sort of
Circadian Rhythm.
"Asleep within seconds Town" arrived fashionably late at 42 weeks. I remember the bovine noises coming from our flat as I sprinted back from work. Noises that indicated that these weren't Braxton Hicks contractions!
These were the real deal and we were about to become grown ups. 2 People who would now have to always eat off a plate sitting down at the table. Official adults who would get used to merely high fiving their incomes as they appeared ghost like into accounts before becoming just another monthly direct debit payment.
It's very strange to literally one minute be a 36 year old man flapping around a hospital room annoying his partner.
"No I don't want a f@ck!n* back rub!"
To seconds later become a bare chested 36 year old "Dad!" flapping around a hospital room asking the midwife if poo that looks like my daughter has been drinking stout for nine months is normal?
Like lots of really good things in life, great things can happen on the other side of vulnerability.
You just have to embrace the change, trust in the process and keep offering those back rubs.
Galleria Proxima Generacion
Woodlouse atrapado en in gran sombrero de vaquero
Felt pen on white Brighton and Hove Albion notepad paper. Lost behind the broken steam cleaner until Wednesday then stuck on the fridge till Saturday.
21.0cm X 29.7cm
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