Four and a Dog

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Archive for the month “December, 2012”

Night Challenge

Since having children my life has certainly changed. I have acquired many new skills (buttering toast with one hand) and lost many old ones (I can no longer concentrate the whole way though a film).

Tonight I was faced with one of my biggest challenges yet. Hubby has been out with colleagues and I put the children to bed on my own (another new skill I am particularly proud of). Both children have been suffering with coughs and colds so I was not too hopeful for a relaxing evening. However, other than an occasional cough, neither children have stirred. After a pleasant evening half watching a movie, I eventually decided to retire. I came upstairs carrying the usual armful of clean washing, iPad and monitor.

Unfortunately, upon reaching the landing, I was faced with one of Bruiser’s toys lying directly in my path. It was a small orange tambourine that plays music, counts, makes whizzy noises and clangy noises and flashes bright lights. The slightest nudge would have set this toy off in to a musical frenzy which would undoubtedly wake up both sleeping children. Before panicking unnecessarily (how embarrassing would that be?), I lowered my armful of things and checked if the thing was on. It was. Of course.

I was now faced with a serious dilemma. I could just step over the toy and deal with it in the morning…

But, Hubby would be returning late, after a night out, and would not be forewarned of danger. I could text him…

But, he would probably not remember or might even be a bit merry and therefore a bit unstable. I would just have to turn it off…

But, it is a particularly sensitive toy. Picture, if you will, the image of a harassed mother crouching over a small, light up tambourine on a dark landing. She approaches the object much like a bomb disposal specialist, and very gently pushes the switch from right, to left. Picture that same mother lifting the turned off toy triumphantly out of harms way and walking, nay, strutting in to her bedroom proudly.

Now picture her realising just what happened.

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