So a while ago now there was this band called OkGo and they did an awesome upbeat song which I have shamelessly thieved the title of to use as my blog post title this evening. The video was particularly great as I'm pretty sure it was shot in someone's basement, after Sunday lunch, when the kids are bored as their folks have gone to sleep... It reminds me of college days and making our own videos, replicating favourite movies or tv shows. Seriously... Go to that famous video streaming site and watch it. It's awesome in the truest 90sesque form of the word.
But why; I hear you call; are you using a repetitive title? Well, dear reader, this is the night you hear of darling husband... as he's gone and abandoned me again!
I shouldn't jest really. He is away on a course trying to improve his position at work - some thing which is commendable and I love that he is constantly trying to be more innovative and work smarter at his role. But I shouldnt say too much as I can already hear his smugness floating in from far away and we wouldn't want his head getting to large now, would we!
The biggest impact he seems to have is on darling son. My boys are thick as thieves really. Man could not be a better father to boy and boy relishes in the games they play and the time he gets to spend with his Da. Boys particular favourite at the moment is to be thrown about the house like Spiderman: "pffp! Pffp! Pffp!" Goes the sound effects. Zip! Zip! Zip! Goes the boy. Giggles ensue. Repeat. I can't help but smile even thinking about it now.
I am more of a cuddly mama. We don't go gallivanting about the house like the boys do; but instead snuggle in toasty nests made of blankets and love. Boy tries to practise kissing. An enthusiastic, if dribbly, affair; with lots of opportunities for having the side of your face sucked if you time it badly. He means well.
All this is made slightly more gross and boyish by the fact that boy currently has a stinking cold.. and is probably teething again somewhere under all the bunged up snottiness. Love him anyway for all the rattiness in the world.
Tonight, C's absence feels clearer. Boy keeps tossing in his sleep from not being able to breathe right and I know Da would know what to do. Instead, I try to sleep alone and listen out, half dozing half awake, more murmurs of tiredness and torment... I just want him to be well. Cuddles will have to do...
But why; I hear you call; are you using a repetitive title? Well, dear reader, this is the night you hear of darling husband... as he's gone and abandoned me again!
I shouldn't jest really. He is away on a course trying to improve his position at work - some thing which is commendable and I love that he is constantly trying to be more innovative and work smarter at his role. But I shouldnt say too much as I can already hear his smugness floating in from far away and we wouldn't want his head getting to large now, would we!
The biggest impact he seems to have is on darling son. My boys are thick as thieves really. Man could not be a better father to boy and boy relishes in the games they play and the time he gets to spend with his Da. Boys particular favourite at the moment is to be thrown about the house like Spiderman: "pffp! Pffp! Pffp!" Goes the sound effects. Zip! Zip! Zip! Goes the boy. Giggles ensue. Repeat. I can't help but smile even thinking about it now.
I am more of a cuddly mama. We don't go gallivanting about the house like the boys do; but instead snuggle in toasty nests made of blankets and love. Boy tries to practise kissing. An enthusiastic, if dribbly, affair; with lots of opportunities for having the side of your face sucked if you time it badly. He means well.
All this is made slightly more gross and boyish by the fact that boy currently has a stinking cold.. and is probably teething again somewhere under all the bunged up snottiness. Love him anyway for all the rattiness in the world.
Tonight, C's absence feels clearer. Boy keeps tossing in his sleep from not being able to breathe right and I know Da would know what to do. Instead, I try to sleep alone and listen out, half dozing half awake, more murmurs of tiredness and torment... I just want him to be well. Cuddles will have to do...
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