Thursday, 13 August 2009
Posted by Sarah Pellew
There are times when the old biorhythms of life just don't seem right. This morning I awoke,after a lovely sleep, to find my household in a state of abject misery. My usually perky husband was the proverbial bear with a sore head and his foul, dark mood spread like a virus over the rest of the house. Both boys were miserable and the air was thick with tension.
It is at times like these that I pride myself in coming into my own. I am, and yes, it may sound a little arrogant here... but I am very good at turning people round, getting them out of their funk and lifting the cloud of gloom from over their heads.
There was no real cause of the misery, just a general feeling that today life was no picnic. After swearing quite a lot, in my head, about my husband's misery, I left the house with child#1 to buy the things my Man needed for a meal he is cooking tonight and had been unable to find. By the time I came back he had had time to himself and was a little better.
Then I made lunch and spread my love around a bit. I took son#2 out quickly to get equipment with which to wash the car. So, son#1 happy.... son#2 happy.... husband on the way... After a lot of praise and a serenade from son#2 on the trumpet, plus free range poached egg on toast and a mug of tea, husband appears to be on the mend. He is now out with 2 boys, 2 girls and a big bucket of water, cleaning the car. This may sound like a chore, but is more like one big water fight in the sunshine...
I am about to go and make lemon syllabub for tonight, but may well go and indulge in a bit of car washing just to keep them company. I just hate it when my family is down. And usually all it takes, as today, is some care and attention, some love and occasional playful punching, to sort them out. If that fails, which it usually does not, I may have to resort to drugs .......