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The gentle nature of a Mother
Jul. 23rd, 2008 03:18 pmYesterday evening we walked up the hill and went to the pub for dinner. It was kind of a spontaneous decision -rare these days. It wasn't too warm out and the walk was nice enough -when you consider we were walking up irritatingly steep hills pushing a stroller. This is the place to go in the neighborhood if you have small children and need a drink. They have a small play-area and the parents can in theory sit and enjoy themselves whilst watching little Goneril and Regan poke out their brother Vivian's eyes. "So precocious you know."
All theory. Usually the parents take turns sitting on the sofa and saying, "Now share." I did secretly enjoy a certain moment. An older boy snatched a toy my son had been playing with and it left Senor Onion a little bemused and I said in the presence of the older boy's parent, "Now Alex, we must be gentle. Some children aren't very good at sharing yet."
Wilting sympathy is fun to use on occasion.
After that bout of fun we had our meal. The burgers are always very good. Sometimes we forget that.
There was a pleasant walk home, a nice movie to watch and then it ended up being a very long night for me. Senor Onion was up every hour. I would get him back to sleep, go back to my bed and the second I would finally fall asleep he was up again for another round of whinges and moans. Between the hours of 1 and 4am I would sit there and attempt to calm him while playing a favorite family game. (we usually play this during the holidays while waiting for dinner) It is called, "Pipe-dream casting." It is a matter of taking books you love and sharing who you would think would be great in various roles and how it should be done if you were in charge of things. So I would think of who I wanted cast in a BBC mini-series version of Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. I think it is what kept me from shrieking, "FUCKING GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!"
I suggest this as a good way to entertain yourself during trying moments. Like if you are waiting in line somewhere, or stuck on a train that isn't moving.
By the way, I think the actress Amy Adams would be great as Marina Hamilton. (those who have read the book would know what I am talking about)
I was attempting to sleep a little bit this morning after Mr. Jenner and gotten up and was making tea. Senor Onion thought otherwise -of course.
I gave up. I didn't say to either husband or child, "what the fuck already???? What.the.fuck."
But I maintain civility and sanity. I have booked an appointment with an acupuncturist this Saturday. Being poked with needles sounds awfully good at this point.
I am making meatloaf tonight. With some fancy grass-fed/finished beef that was so carefully raised. They had nothing but organic wooden blocks to play with and they were only read the works of Basho. So maybe some of that is made-up. I know some people would read that and take it as fact. "I only eat meat that was exposed to Robert Frost's early works."
I think now I will have a strong cup of tea and a jaffa cake. Or as Senor Onion says, "CAKE!" (with a rather decidedly English accent. Where the feck did that come from???)
All theory. Usually the parents take turns sitting on the sofa and saying, "Now share." I did secretly enjoy a certain moment. An older boy snatched a toy my son had been playing with and it left Senor Onion a little bemused and I said in the presence of the older boy's parent, "Now Alex, we must be gentle. Some children aren't very good at sharing yet."
Wilting sympathy is fun to use on occasion.
After that bout of fun we had our meal. The burgers are always very good. Sometimes we forget that.
There was a pleasant walk home, a nice movie to watch and then it ended up being a very long night for me. Senor Onion was up every hour. I would get him back to sleep, go back to my bed and the second I would finally fall asleep he was up again for another round of whinges and moans. Between the hours of 1 and 4am I would sit there and attempt to calm him while playing a favorite family game. (we usually play this during the holidays while waiting for dinner) It is called, "Pipe-dream casting." It is a matter of taking books you love and sharing who you would think would be great in various roles and how it should be done if you were in charge of things. So I would think of who I wanted cast in a BBC mini-series version of Lost Art of Keeping Secrets. I think it is what kept me from shrieking, "FUCKING GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!"
I suggest this as a good way to entertain yourself during trying moments. Like if you are waiting in line somewhere, or stuck on a train that isn't moving.
By the way, I think the actress Amy Adams would be great as Marina Hamilton. (those who have read the book would know what I am talking about)
I was attempting to sleep a little bit this morning after Mr. Jenner and gotten up and was making tea. Senor Onion thought otherwise -of course.
I gave up. I didn't say to either husband or child, "what the fuck already???? What.the.fuck."
But I maintain civility and sanity. I have booked an appointment with an acupuncturist this Saturday. Being poked with needles sounds awfully good at this point.
I am making meatloaf tonight. With some fancy grass-fed/finished beef that was so carefully raised. They had nothing but organic wooden blocks to play with and they were only read the works of Basho. So maybe some of that is made-up. I know some people would read that and take it as fact. "I only eat meat that was exposed to Robert Frost's early works."
I think now I will have a strong cup of tea and a jaffa cake. Or as Senor Onion says, "CAKE!" (with a rather decidedly English accent. Where the feck did that come from???)
