Down with the kids

I apologise for the lack of posts over the last little while. Each day has become an endurance event. I use the term “day” lightly, as really they are 24 hour cycles with no distinction between day and night. The problem is that there hasn’t been a period of longer than 3 hours where every family member has been asleep for the last month. You don’t have to be a Guantanamo Bay torturer to predict what this can do to parents mental state, but enough complaints!

Today I drove the kids into DSO’s place of work (or at least where he puts in half his time - before returning home when it really begins!). I might add it was more successful than the last time I drove in to “show the baby”. The baby in question (and I wont name names) pooed through 2 outfits and one baby car seat in the way in - so she had to greet fans dressed only in a nappy and singlet with suspicious yellow stains on her arms and legs!

Anyway, during the car trip 2 of the 3 kids fell asleep. I swear if had been all 3 I would have pulled over, locked the door and shut my eyes! As the child awake wasn’t so talkative I listened to some music and started thinking - why are all these songs about love before you become a grown up? Love, before you realise what it’s all about? You know the lyrics, mysterious strangers, time walking along beaches, the heartbreak when it doesn’t work out.

Come on song writers of the world - how about some lyrics for when it does work out? The love you feel when you return home from work and find your beloved in her tracksuit, covered in baby vomit, but retaining her sense of humour? Or the sense of deep connection when you see the your lover pace the room singing “Ba Ba Black-sheep” for the 20th time to the child in his arms?

How about when you know you picked the right one and that you have created people together (who’d have thought it possible?) Even the surge of passion when you go for your first post-partum grown up dinner and you sit opposite your lover in a nice restaurant with no one asking you to take them to the toilet and not having to remove the salt and pepper from the table.

I lay down my challenge to the song writers of the world - enough adolescent love lyrics, let’s hear about the real thing!