Firstly, thank you for the outpouring of support for our family after yesterday's post. I'm touched and humbled by your messages. There's a lot of love out there on the inter web and we were lucky enough to be on the receiving end of it yesterday. Thank you all.
The girls had an OK night, they still coughed and cried but not any worse than last night. The cheery lady from Public Health told me that this is as bad as the kids should get. The fear is out of me now. I'm calmer. We can do this. We're tired and the girls' little bodies must be aching, but they'll come out the other side and this will be one of those childhood illnesses that you only remember you had because your Mum reminds you. Like the great Chicken Pox outbreak of Christmas 1985.
I planned for the girls to get some sunshine this morning. We picked up some mixing bowls and a box of cornflour and headed into the garden. I was just setting up when I noticed we had company. Mixing could wait; we moved to the veranda and watched the imposter instead. I love snakes. I spent my fair share of time around them at the zoo. This one is a Red-bellied Black Snake for those of you who are interested. The unusual thing about red-bellies is they have live young - anywhere from eight to forty of the little blighters. Luckily for Mum, it's a dump and run arrangement: she doesn't have to stay around and look after them. Imagine having to tend them without being able to complain, "I've only got one set of hands!"
The Big Sister was giving me the hurry up over lunch today. She was watching me stir the pasta over the stove, when she asked (not for the first time)
"Is it ready yet, Mum?"
"Darling, you can see me still cooking it. You know it's not ready.
Why do you ask these questions when you know the answers?
Do you like the sound of your own voice?"
She looked at me and hesitated, like it was a trick question.
Don't you like the sound of your voice Mummy?"
And that's when I started laughing. Not little giggles, but proper laughing. My folks will testify there was a time when I loved the sound of my own voice too, but to paraphrase the Carpenters (who I was probably singing along to at the time), that was long ago and so far away.
do you like the sound of your own voice?
what's your stance on snakes?