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S'not funny.
School is back, which means snotty noses. Eli seems to get a snotty nose within minutes of going back to nursery. I Went to collect him today and when it is coming home time, the kids all sit cross legged on the mats waiting for us to get them. I came in and they called his name and he stood up......stripey t-shirt, denim shorts and the most glorious tulle tu-tu with fluffy balls and sparkle on, it would seem his reluctance to disclose his penchant for all things frilly at nursery has been banished. He stood tall and proud with his 'stirt' on.
" I say! How glamorous" said I.
"Yes" said Louise, " we are letting him explore his feelings" as though this was a new thing and there was a chance that I might freak out at the sight of my sweet boy in his frills. I am always so overwhelmed by how much joy he seems to feel in his sparkles and fru-fruness that I forget it is bizarre! Not helped by falling asleep on the sofa the other evening and waking up around 1am in the middle of a Maury show about transvestites. Every one of those men ( in their way over the top feathers and frills) talked about how they needed to wear girls clothes from when they were 4 or 5.
I know that to worry is a waste of time, what will be will be, I know all the stories of brothers and sons and people I know who loved all the dressing up and girlie things when they were little and growing out of it never to be discovered in suspenders and stockings in the back bedroom at the age of 32, but really, I don't like this too much, it is lasting an incredibly long time and as cute as it is ( and it really is quite sweet) I really wish he would grow out of it. That said, I am so used to it that I find myself looking at the baby size 9 pink and shiny shoes when we are out because he would just about die in bliss if he had his own pair of slip on pink things. Can't do it though. Mean mummy.
I am catching up on sleep, in a most impressive way. If I am still for longer than 3 minutes, I am asleep. Sitting up, lying down, out for the count. Snoring probably, as my head is so stuffy and sore, snoozing and sleeping and barely able to drag myself back to the land of the living. I sat outside the school yesterday waiting for the boys, reading a magazine, sunshine pouring through the windows....woke up drooling all over my chin, what a pretty sight that must have been for anyone walking past! How weird is that feeling of knowing you have to wake up, feeling your head trying to get working again and just not making it? I never do that. I go from deep sleep to UP AND AT IT in seconds. Asleep, awake.......off, on, off, on. This whole fog brain thing is incredible to me, I quite like it and it has made me understand that whole alarm clock, snooze button thing I have heard about.
I have never used an alarm clock. I tell myself what time I have to be awake and somehow, right on time, I am AWAKE. Up and out of bed. Not always ready to talk but awake. I'm quite enjoying this whole sleepy, dozing, in another place experience but I think it'll drive me crazy if it isn't a temporary thing.
On that note ( whoops sat still for too long, just found myself staring into space and feeling that nodding off whoozy thing coming on) have to go and lie down and enjoy some floating and sleeping and letting it all go time. Relaxing is nice isn't it? Very nice indeed.
" I say! How glamorous" said I.
"Yes" said Louise, " we are letting him explore his feelings" as though this was a new thing and there was a chance that I might freak out at the sight of my sweet boy in his frills. I am always so overwhelmed by how much joy he seems to feel in his sparkles and fru-fruness that I forget it is bizarre! Not helped by falling asleep on the sofa the other evening and waking up around 1am in the middle of a Maury show about transvestites. Every one of those men ( in their way over the top feathers and frills) talked about how they needed to wear girls clothes from when they were 4 or 5.
I know that to worry is a waste of time, what will be will be, I know all the stories of brothers and sons and people I know who loved all the dressing up and girlie things when they were little and growing out of it never to be discovered in suspenders and stockings in the back bedroom at the age of 32, but really, I don't like this too much, it is lasting an incredibly long time and as cute as it is ( and it really is quite sweet) I really wish he would grow out of it. That said, I am so used to it that I find myself looking at the baby size 9 pink and shiny shoes when we are out because he would just about die in bliss if he had his own pair of slip on pink things. Can't do it though. Mean mummy.
I am catching up on sleep, in a most impressive way. If I am still for longer than 3 minutes, I am asleep. Sitting up, lying down, out for the count. Snoring probably, as my head is so stuffy and sore, snoozing and sleeping and barely able to drag myself back to the land of the living. I sat outside the school yesterday waiting for the boys, reading a magazine, sunshine pouring through the windows....woke up drooling all over my chin, what a pretty sight that must have been for anyone walking past! How weird is that feeling of knowing you have to wake up, feeling your head trying to get working again and just not making it? I never do that. I go from deep sleep to UP AND AT IT in seconds. Asleep, awake.......off, on, off, on. This whole fog brain thing is incredible to me, I quite like it and it has made me understand that whole alarm clock, snooze button thing I have heard about.
I have never used an alarm clock. I tell myself what time I have to be awake and somehow, right on time, I am AWAKE. Up and out of bed. Not always ready to talk but awake. I'm quite enjoying this whole sleepy, dozing, in another place experience but I think it'll drive me crazy if it isn't a temporary thing.
On that note ( whoops sat still for too long, just found myself staring into space and feeling that nodding off whoozy thing coming on) have to go and lie down and enjoy some floating and sleeping and letting it all go time. Relaxing is nice isn't it? Very nice indeed.
posted by The other me | 11:05 pm
3 Comments:
Relaxing is nice. It keeps me up too late though after getting Zachary to sleep.
I'd better get to bed myself. Not sure how my night is going to end up.
Ah, all caught up!
Isn't it nice how they share germs with the back to school?!
The sleep thing sounds like me at times. I could sleep anywhere, anytime. Usually, while waiting for the doctor (bc it tends to be a lengthy wait), i doze off. Sometimes, while sitting on pc late at night, i doze. The other day, I dozed off right at my mom's kitchen table. I was sitting there, reading and bam! Out! LOL.
Your post made me laugh, lol. I think most kids are attracted to sparkly things, some just allow themselves to indulge more than others. I once was called to school and asked to bring clothes for Wonderboy. He was 5 and had changed into a skirt from the dress up box in the classroom. When they told him to put his pants back on, he "dropped" them in the toilet. Kids are something alright.
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