My father is slowly recovering from open heart surgery and it's been a very stressful and tense time. All the grandparents have been roped into 'doing time' with the monsters, but I have to confess that my mom really drew the short straw when landed with Dumps.
During just one phone call Dumpie had dropped a key down the heating grate, unraveled an entire packet of dental floss and fed it to Grandma's puppy (who licked the minty string clean), and was adamantly declaring that he was 'ablolupely NOT going to have a bath', despite being grubby enough to warrant an industrial strength hose down.
Meanwhile in Mississauga, little Egg was having swimming lessons, going for nightly bike rides with 'Granny-Gramps' and eating barbeque fish on a nightly basis. Becoming increasingly concerned with the passing of time, I wasn't the least bit surprised to see the addition of a wristwatch on Eggie's wrist when he was returned to me. It glows in the dark so now I can receive bi-minute updates on what time it is. Hurrah.
Bedtimes appear to have gone out the window and now a nightly 'musical beds' takes place beginning around 8pm and lasting sometimes till long after midnight (sigh). Last night the monsters outlasted all of us, still running around and giggling like spastic gremlins after we gave up the fight and finally crashed.
It was no surprise then to find myself eyeball to eyeball with Dumpie this morning in the early hours of pre-dawn.
"Wakey-wakey Mama!" he declared triumphantly as he planted a kiss on my lips.
And so another day begins...
Oh, to be woken with a kiss....I bet you couldn't stay mad if you tried!
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about your Dad! I hope all is well soon. Don't let yourself get rundown and ill while caring for him. Karen
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