Usually my body clock is set to 6am every day even without an alarm sounding it’s disturbing ring. Somehow, this weekend, my body seemed to ‘forget’ the time and allowed me to sleep in.
In my drowsy state, I peeked over the sheet, still noticing that the household was quiet. This was a bonus as usually the kids would be up and that meant I would be up soon. Not even the cat could be heard.
Ever curious even in my sleepy state, I turn to catch a glimpse of what time it is. To my surprise and delight, it was 7:40am!
Well, pleased with my efforts in sleeping in, I smugly turn over, readjust the sheet and quilt and close my eyes.
‘Ah, this feels so nice’, I think to myself with a smile on my face.
I begin to think about how the kids aren’t up yet and that the cat hasn’t started meowing yet. This brings my attention to the newly born ducklings that have found our pool to be the starting point of their lives. I wonder to myself how they were during the night. Were they cold? Did the Daddy duck decide to join them for the night? What food is the Mother going to forage for them? I must buy some duck food. What do ducks actually eat? The list went on…
I turn again, closing my eyes and try to relax and savour this very special time of being able to ‘sleep in’. The bed is getting too warm now; I toss again, gazing out towards the rest of the house.
And that is my undoing. I decide that I’m happy to have slept in until this late time, but now I can start to enjoy the day.
After the first stop at the bathroom, I greet the cat who gleefully rubs herself on me, stretching her belly out for patting. ‘Enough of that’ she says and I put her down. Next stop is checking on the ducklings.
I walk outside to the pool and the eight ducklings along with Mother Duck are sunning themselves on the sandstone rockery garden – what a gorgeous sight to see. Mother duck has got to know me now, after all it is her fourth ‘lot’ of ducklings that she has graced us with in our backyard pool.
The sun is beaming down on my back and I enjoy just standing and watching the tiny little critters. It looks like Mother has told them to keep still, but as fidgety as ever, they are flitting about and then one by one, they decide to waddle to the edge of the pool and jump in. So cute!
Mother duck is happy enough and decides to follow her babies. Pure bliss.
I decide to make my way in, still warm from the morning sun. A cup of tea is calling…
With a cuppa in one hand, I set myself up in my favourite room, the lounge-room, with my laptop, a cuppa and the cat at my feet. This room is absolutely glorious in the morning with the sun streaming through. I begin to write my blog for the day.
Mother duck has her bliss outside and I have mine right now. Purrfect.
The busy weekday morning was in full swing. Rushing to have breakfast, make lunches, get kids clothes ready, bags packed, have shower, feed cat, do hair and makeup - you know, the usual type of thing.
Add in there a few of the usual ‘orders’ I am yelling out while I’m getting myself ready... ‘hurry up and brush your teeth’, ‘have you put your diary in your school bag?’, ‘can you put your shoes on’, ‘can you turn the TV off?’, ‘leave the cat alone’, ‘take your bowl to the kitchen’, ‘leave your brother alone!’ and various other ‘daily’ rituals and there you have a ‘normal’ weekday morning. At home.
In the car, it’s a different kettle of fish. Usually it’s a fight to get through the garage door first to put their bags in the boot. Then it’s a fight to get into the car first.
When everyone is strapped in, it’s automatic pilot for the next few minutes in traffic and dare I say it - some peaceful quiet time...
Usually whichever way I decide to go, there’s a cry from the back seat saying, ‘Mum, go that way for a change’. I can just predict when this is going to be said, and I time it. It puts a smile on my face.
It’s funny how when we’re in the car, I seem to be the ‘expert’ in all things related to cars. The questions range from, ‘Mum, would a Toyota beat a Lamborghini?’ I say, ‘no, definitely a Lamborghini would beat a Toyota.’ Then there’s silence. Obviously happy with that answer.
The next question is, ‘Mum, would a Ferrari beat a Subaru WRX?’. I’m quick to answer, ‘Gosh yes, the Ferrari would beat the Subaru hands down.’ Silence again as they mull over that thought. My little one joins in and asks, ‘Mum, would a sports car beat our car?’. I think for a minute and answer, ‘mmm, what kind of sports car?’. He answers, ‘a red one’. ‘Oh, well, it depends what the engine is like. Is it a V8?’ I ask seriously. ‘yes’ he answers. ‘Then yes, the red sports car will beat my car’.
This is all the usual conversation every day, I find it very cute that they trust my very limited knowledge on cars. Something I’m sure to treasure as the years roll on and they are the experts on cars.
After dropping my eldest son at school, my young son was contemplating something, as I could see his little face was thinking up something else to ask me.
‘Mum, you’re going to be a grandmother when I have a girl, then a boy, then a girl, then a boy.’
Well, I wasn’t expecting that! I am very reluctant to even insinuate that I find that funny for fear of him not wanting to continue the conversation, so I play along.
‘Oh,that sounds lovely. You’ll be married and a big man then won’t you?’
‘So, what will you call your first girl?’ I ask seriously.
‘I don’t know yet!’ he answered as if I should have known that it was a silly question. Silly Mum.I decide to push it even further.
‘What do you want to call your first boy?’. He didn’t have any hesitation in this, he said it would be the same as his name.
‘Oh, how lovely. That’s so lovely to hear,’ I said.
I thought it funny how he had no hesitation in knowing that he wanted to call his first born son his own name, but the girl’s name was completely out of the question to even contemplate at this time.
I was quite smug about this little conversation and filed it away in the ‘Too cute for words’ file in my mind for thinking of at a later date.
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