Tuesday, 21 July 2015
Speak Like A Child
I've said it before, and I'll say it again.....
It's been a bitch of a couple of days.
What with one thing and another, I am wrung out. I am this far away from going to the Co-op and buying a carton of ice cream. I wonder if they do gin flavoured? Who'd be a Mum to three boys? That's what I want to know. Three topsy turvey, unruly, naughty boys. Buggers. That's what they are. Utterly doing my head in.
Rant over. Cheers for that. Feel a bit better now.
I sat in my friend Sophie's garden earlier. We clinked our bottles of beer, and set the world to rights, while Pops and her little one ran round and round and round, in that way that little boys do. I think that I remember running just like that, but when I close my eyes, I can't capture the feeling. I just sit there, amazed at the fizzing energy, and wondering how I can get me some of it. I'd really love to have just one day of feeling like a child again. To reclaim that essence of being young. I would dearly love to just live in the moment, with 'Spontaneous!' emblazoned on my grubby t shirt.
I piggy backed Olly home this evening, and as we came down the hill towards our house, we sang the 'Horsey, Horsey' rhyme. I stopped, I clippity clopped, I swished my tail and I turned around. All the while Olly was laughing and dangling to the side. I think this is as close as it gets to being a child for me. I'll take that.
Tomorrow is the last day of the school year for Olly and Alfie. It's not been without its' ups and downs. The ups have been fabulous. The down have been hard. I am looking forward to a day of pj wafting. And the grass needs cutting. I may do that on the first day of the jollies. I don't need to get changed for that. Olly has told me that he will be making the biggest Lego base 'ever in the world ever.' Alfie said that he is not to be disturbed until at least three in the afternoon. Both sound like good plans indeed.
Forgive me. I'm in a place right now, where grasping the moment and getting it down on the page is proving difficult. It's all a bit of a jumble of thoughts and words, with no real coherence. I think the waft will do me good.
Do you think I could make gin ice cream? You know, just in case.
(for some reason, I am not able to access Bloglovin' Please bear with, until I remedy this).