Daily Archives: April 30, 2005

And they call it puppy love…

Last night was an unqualified success.. if this morning’s “Could we do that again sometime?” was anything to go by. I picked up two extremely excited young people from school. If I was contemplating adopting a girl as my third child, I may have changed my mind – when excited they talk even more and with even sillier voices than boys, I discover! But Angel-girl is definitely a sweet child – what on earth does she see in my son? 😉

The best laid plans of mice and mothers are easily thwarted by the cinema changing its programme on a Friday. Valient wasn’t on. In fact, nothing at all was on at 5pm. Disaster! Fortunately Robots had just started and reluctantly they headed in to watch that instead – Angel-girl fearing it would be too babyish for them, Tiddles fearing it would be too violent. It seems they were both mistaken. It was, apparently, brilliant. And I think I have now heard every single catchphrase from the film in stereo about fifty times over. However, in their rush to get into the film, they misheard my final instruction. Instead of them going to Micky D’s before the film and then meeting me in the cinema carpark after the film at 6.30, I told them to go to Micky’s after the film and I’d meet them in there at 6. How they quite got the message “Go to Micky D’s after the film and I’ll meet you in the cinema car park at 5.30” I’ll never know. As soon as the film finished, they raced to get food and rammed it into their mouths in a race to return to the car park. Good job I’d planned to take Smudgelet for a Happy Meal (and me for a grumpy one) at 5.30 and met them there on their way out! All that remained to do then was to talk incessantly to Smudgelet (makes a change from him doing the same to me!) so that he would focus his full attention on me and stop waving and pulling faces and laughing at the giggling twosome on the opposite table!

Looking ahead is interesting. How strange to think that one day there’ll be someone who knows my boys better than I do, whom they must put as a higher priority than me. I wonder how I’ll adjust to that time when that time comes. When my babies fly the nest and my life’s focus alters. I’m glad to know I have plans and ventures I’m still plotting for my freedom years or otherwise the future might look rather daunting. Though Tiddles informed me he plans to live next door to me for ever and take my children to school for me and leave me to babysit my grandchildren. Hmmmm… he thinks I’m spending my freedom years adopting more children and babysitting grandchildren? And Smudgelet intends to live with me till I die too? Hmmmm… sufficient unto the day are the terrors therein … I’ll worry about the future when the time comes 😉

When will I ever learn to take my own advice?

As I put the doughnut into the microwave, I reminded myself of a previous experience of overheating. I’d walked into the staffroom where the rest of the staff were indulging in the last of a plateful of warm and wonderful jam doughnuts, the heat from the microwave nicely stodgifying the dough and gently warming the jam to create a confection of the gods, perfect to warm the cockles of the heart of any poor teacher coming in from playground duty in the middle of winter. Finding one last doughnut in the pack which had not yet been warmed and eaten (a miracle in itself), I asked how long they’d put them in the microwave for. “Oh, a couple of minutes” came the reply. Of course, I failed to enquire whether they were referring to a single doughnut or the plateful of about thirty doughnuts that had been shared amongst them already. Suffice to say, Vesuvius had nothing on the contents of the doughnut I was then foolish enough to try to eat. Luckily the burst of piping hot steam warned me of the eruption of boiling red lava to come and I moved the doughnut away just in time.

A memory, you’d say, that was branded on my brain (if not my tongue), never to be forgotten.

Until yesterday!