This is self indulgent, but this morning is another thing I don’t want to forget. I’m on the sofa, and have been since 5am, with William. He is wide awake and wants me to play Lightning McQueen and Finn McMissile with him, whilst watching The Incredibles from the hard drive. So far, he’s “got the coughs” and if he feels anything like me – with snotty nose and sore throat, I think he probably deserves the flat lemonade that we’re both starting the day with. The funny thing is though, that I’m not to put the cup – “two hands, hold it with two hands!!!” – on the side near me.
It’s got to go on a side table at the other side of the room.
And every time he wants a slurp he’s out from under the blanket, lines up Lightning McQueen and Finn McMissile, trots over to the cup, picks it up, turns around to show me he’s using two hands, has a slurp and then comes back to the sofa, tucks everyone in and watches TV again for 5 minutes. Until we start the process again.
These are the bits of being a mummy that make it all worthwhile. I love him so much. And he’ll never know about my time sat on the sofa with him, will he? But at least I’ll have it in my memory and on this blog, when my memory fails me!!