Deep Puff

Dear Diary

Last night was Princess 2's variety concert.

Oh my goodness..was she a star.

For all of 3 minutes, I beamed like a proud chicken who has just laid her first egg, silently mouthing: "That's mine!"whilst furiously stabbing my chest to everyone within a 5 meter vicinity of our table.

There ARE times when I feel like a good mother, and last night was one of them.

I couldn't believe this lanky, self-assured young woman on the stage, casually chatting to the audience (something she has NEVER done before) like a seasoned pro, was actually produced - not too long ago I might add - from my own body. (No-one would guess that 30 minutes earlier she was close to fainting and throwing up with nerves!!)

It scared me to realise the years are flying by so quickly.

Do I tell her I love her enough? Probably not.

But I do. With a fierce burning in me.

She was my first true love.

Born from my body.

It just seems you drift away from your first baby after the second, and the (energetic) third ones.

And before you know it, the little chubbalux who's nappies you used to change, is asking you if she can borrow your lipstick! Hmf...

No wonder I feel OLD.


Princeling is doing alarmingly well.

He has suddenly developed an appetite fit enough for about four or five toddlers.

According to dhe Quack, he is making up for lost time - as he was a tad behind for his age weight and size.

This was due to the fact that he never breathed properly (as a result of the continuous silent asthma) and his cells never got enough oxygen.

He now promptly finishes off two bowls of oatmeal, a fried egg, a slice of toast & a packet of 2 Min Noodles - and all of this before 11:00.

The first thing he says in the morning? "Mommy, I want shumfink to eat now!"

So, I spend the first 4 hours of my morning alternately cleaning and running to the kitchen to do the next breakfast course for Mini Master.

The child has picked up two kilo's in two weeks!!

..and believe my aching back and serious grunting when I tell you - it's noticeable!!!!


So last night, after the concert, we had to take Princess 1's friend home (the Bulgarians - yes he of the .45).

I had to make good on a promise to pop around for a drink afterwards.

So the show ended at 9. 9:30 I dropped Princess 1 at home and we quickly popped over.

Where we were wined and dined with fancy cheeses, cold meats, olives, water biscuits, Melba toast - the works.

I even drank TWO WHOLE beers.

But now, I have to tell you, The Lord & Master of the Manor has A WEAKNESS.

Hehe.

He is an early riser. Always has been.

This naturally means that 8:00 the aircon shuts down, 9:00 the offices get locked, 9:30 the lights go off, and believe you me, 10:00, the front door is LOCKED.

Nobody home.

He will watch 24 with me. It will be THE MOST EXCITING EPISODE EVER. I turn to him, heart racing from all the excitement Jack had to endure for the last hour, gushing": "Wow!!! What did you think of that??"

And his response will be"an extremely startled: "Huh??????"

We will (finally) have an hour alone in the lounge to just BE and will be watching a program, when I hear that familiar deep breathing, with the ensuing puffing...

You know, ...deep breath....puff...deep breath... puff, deeper breath...PUFF..

"Hey!! Are you sleeping??"
"No, no, no! I am just resting my eyes".
Ja - whatever.

I tell you this all, so that you can understand the situation when I tell you that we finally left the Bulgarians at....

..Ta-dah!!!...

1 am.

Ha!!! This for two old fogies. One a school night, nogal.

He was sat though. The little rheumy, pink rimmed eyes. The stifled yawns. The furious blinking.

Needless to say, the fact that he had three beers didn't help either...

I though, on the other hand, was the Belle of the Ball.

The fact that I had two huge glasses of beer, DID help.

But sadly, this morning, I paid the price.

I had to drag my butt out of bed. My eyes felt like The Lord & Master of the Manor's must have felt like around 11:30pm last night.

I had a serious headache.

The fact that I drank 3 - yes THREE mugs of coffee at the concert - after being only on tea for the last 10 months, added to my extreme discomfort. (I won't say anything about the beer.)

So..early to bed for me tonight...

It is now 9:30 pm - and all is quiet in the house... the sound of heavy puffing (not that kind, you pervert), gently flows from the bedroom.

...Nighty night!!!