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One of those moments......
I had one of those moments that come to us rarely ( and thankfully so) A moment where time is frozen, where you are force to ponder the 'what if's' the likes of which bloggers are eternally thankful even while the normal person within is so mortified that it is rendered speechless.
I am SO tired, normally an insomniac, used to less than 4 hours sleep a night, I keep myself functioning by snagging nap with the boy mid day.
We have been having such a blast and travelling so far and wide ( I have to stop with the fish and chips / ice cream before I begin to personally travel wider again!!) and being the only English driver amongst us, no naps, not even a cat one.
Kara got home at around midnight last night ( what time do you call THIS young lady?) from her date and we sat and chatted and laughed ( in that late night girlie kind of way that was apparantly loud enough to keep H awake til 2am, although he didn't let us know as he could hear we were having fun) so to sleep at 4am...awake for the day at 7am.....you can imagine how zippy and sharp I am on day 7.
Oh well, we're having fun.
Today, after birthday celebrations of the beagle variety, beginning with gifts and ending with more gifts and cake, with various activities like this
Which left some people looking like this
(It is a sign of true love when your wife actually hitches up your shirt a little and then takes a photograph of how funny your wet bottom looks).
Anyhoo, we got home, ate dinner cooked by myself, of shepherds pie and cabbage, ate cake , and I had to have a shower, a nice early shower and wash my hair, heaven.....ready for bed.
I got my comfy PJs on and then wandered around getting little boys PJs ready, tidying bedrooms, collecting a bedtime nappy for the Eli boy who any year now will really use the potty, every time, all day..... Ahhhhh, heavy legs, downstairs to begin the bedtime routine. Halfway downstairs I froze when I noticed that actually I was only half ready for bed as I had forgotten to put on my pyjama bottoms!!
There followed a superfast dash to my bedroom to rectify said situation, while I alternately snorted with mirth, froze with horrified mortification at the possibility of NOT having realised and ......oh yegads.... actually having cheerfully charged into the front room in all my half clad glory.
Would they have told me? Would I have done all that child preparation and then discovered my plight after all the bending and goosestepping over toys and shoes, only knowing what I had done when my bottom hit the cool leather chair? I bet they wouldn't have told me, Perhaps H would have taken a picture and even started his own blog just to bask in the reflected glory of such a golden blogging scoop?
I'm afraid the whole thing has left me questioning cora's premonition of my still having all my marbles in my 90's......not even halfway there yet and I am wandering around having forgotten my trousers, what in heavens name will the future bring?!?!?
I am SO tired, normally an insomniac, used to less than 4 hours sleep a night, I keep myself functioning by snagging nap with the boy mid day.
We have been having such a blast and travelling so far and wide ( I have to stop with the fish and chips / ice cream before I begin to personally travel wider again!!) and being the only English driver amongst us, no naps, not even a cat one.
Kara got home at around midnight last night ( what time do you call THIS young lady?) from her date and we sat and chatted and laughed ( in that late night girlie kind of way that was apparantly loud enough to keep H awake til 2am, although he didn't let us know as he could hear we were having fun) so to sleep at 4am...awake for the day at 7am.....you can imagine how zippy and sharp I am on day 7.
Oh well, we're having fun.
Today, after birthday celebrations of the beagle variety, beginning with gifts and ending with more gifts and cake, with various activities like this
Which left some people looking like this
(It is a sign of true love when your wife actually hitches up your shirt a little and then takes a photograph of how funny your wet bottom looks).
Anyhoo, we got home, ate dinner cooked by myself, of shepherds pie and cabbage, ate cake , and I had to have a shower, a nice early shower and wash my hair, heaven.....ready for bed.
I got my comfy PJs on and then wandered around getting little boys PJs ready, tidying bedrooms, collecting a bedtime nappy for the Eli boy who any year now will really use the potty, every time, all day..... Ahhhhh, heavy legs, downstairs to begin the bedtime routine. Halfway downstairs I froze when I noticed that actually I was only half ready for bed as I had forgotten to put on my pyjama bottoms!!
There followed a superfast dash to my bedroom to rectify said situation, while I alternately snorted with mirth, froze with horrified mortification at the possibility of NOT having realised and ......oh yegads.... actually having cheerfully charged into the front room in all my half clad glory.
Would they have told me? Would I have done all that child preparation and then discovered my plight after all the bending and goosestepping over toys and shoes, only knowing what I had done when my bottom hit the cool leather chair? I bet they wouldn't have told me, Perhaps H would have taken a picture and even started his own blog just to bask in the reflected glory of such a golden blogging scoop?
I'm afraid the whole thing has left me questioning cora's premonition of my still having all my marbles in my 90's......not even halfway there yet and I am wandering around having forgotten my trousers, what in heavens name will the future bring?!?!?
posted by The other me | 8:44 pm
7 Comments:
No....he is too private, he leaves it to me to tell the world our every secret!!
Oh, how lucky that you caught yourself before heading all the way down the stairs.
You are so funny. I love to read your blog,I read everyday. This so sounds like something I would do. My bf told me one morning after I had walked through the house, no pj bottoms on, that his cousin was on the couch..Oh the horror. I hope he was sleeping. If not, he pretended that he was.
I'm doubting they would have said anything Helen. I know I would not have. I probably would have thought you just like to wear the top half. Or if it's long enough, I would have thought it was a short night gown. :)
It would have been funny though. Thanks for sharing. :)
day 7!!!!?!???!?!
How the heck are you continuing to do this?
Here I am feeling all smug and 'fabulous-mom' like if I manage to get the kids out to the park for a few hours.
That is a great tale! I can only imagine looking down and NOT seeing your pants!
Looks like you had a super duper day! Love the wet bottom pic!
Hugs
Julie
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