Tuesday, June 1, 2010

me & mine

My children came home this afternoon.

They admired the freshly painted bathroom (it's blue, mummy!) and spread lego over the floor, but gradually we all migrated to the big brown leather sofa where i lay full length and they fitted in around me as we usually fit. The boy behind my hip rested his head on the dimple of my waist as we watched tv and i could feel sleep creep up on me, that sweet oblivion that has avoided me all weekend.

I'm not ok, but thanks for listening x

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm sure many more listen than post a comment. I know that's often true in my case.

M in Devon

PS I have a whipping update, but I suspect now isn't the time to share it.

Charlene said...

I'm glad you got to rest in the oblivian of your children's presence.

Ceeej said...

There are plenty of ears willing to listen and always shoulders to lean on.

kimba said...

always listening and caring C.. you are a pet. Look after yourself.. there's truth in saying that this melancholy won't last.. xx

Beachcomber said...

I hope you slept and slept well.

BenefitScroungingScum said...

Have a hug to go alongside the listening. Thinking of you sweetheart BG Xx

Victoria said...

Hi,

M in Devon is right. I am here, listening, though I rarely peep up.
If it's any consolation, your words are a great source of inspiration, way out here in Sydney...

Be well.

not2shy said...

I'm listening too, but I'm afraid I can rarely think of anything useful to say.

Shane said...

Part of me wanted to write, 'I'm not listening, I'm just looking for rude pictures'. But I thought that I'd better play it safer, sensitive.

The BenefitScroungingScum's comment to your previous post is about where I'm at. Perhaps 'big picture thinking' isn't right for now - just keep getting the small things, small ones, right.

Happy said...

No matter how tired, how down, how out of tune with the world we may get, the children will always bring us something to smile or to care about. Sometimes they bring troubles (as they get older you'll realise this more than maybe you do nwo) but even then, maybe even especially then, we are brought to realise that they are our joy.
Later - as I have come to realise, it is the grandchildren that mainly fill that role.
For now, wallow in the relaxation of their company. :-)

Windypops said...

Have always listened, but been a bit remiss on the commenting front these past couple of years; something I shall be rectifying.

Carnalis said...

Thank you All. Am on firmer ground today x