And another funny sort of a day...perhaps I'm getting up too early and it's making me out of sorts by the middle of the afternoon...though the weather has been horrid...heavy and sweaty and overcast. Not a glimpse of the sun...
Himself leaves here with Bobby,Millie and Eilis at 6.30am for their walk down to the bog...Lily stays behind because she won't come back when she's told to and she can't be much bothered anyway...
Most mornings all is grand and everyone comes back an hour later with Bobby puffing and panting as though he's just run a marathon and Millie dashes off to find her ball...and Eilis falls asleep. But sometimes Eilis comes home on her own after about ten minutes...and shouts outside the little gate which leads to our front door...she can shout really loudly when she has the mind to. So I have to get up and let her in...after searching for the front door key which is never in the same place two days running, and dashing down the path in my knickers hoping Paddy isn't about early...'cos the sight would give him the vapours. He's a bit wobbly on his 'bike at the best of times...
It's hardly worth going back to bed, so I make a cup of coffee and by the time everyone else comes home I'm wide awake...
But by about four in the afternoon I'm plain knackered and have trouble keeping my eyes open...we used to know someone who felt the same way and he referred to it as 'the four o'clock slump'...I wake up again after an hour or so and can stay up until ten without a bother on me...
I've never been one for staying in bed in the mornings though...on the rare occasions I've done that 'cos I've gone back to sleep, I wake up with a fuzzy head and it takes me ages to get going as it were...but I like going to bed at night...especially in the winter when it's cold and the lecky blanket is on and I have a hottie water as well and a mug of hot chocolate and a good book to read...that's lovely. Even better to have had a bath beforehand and clean sheets on the bed...
In the colder weather Eilis sleeps in the bed rather than on the top...it's like having an extra hot water bottle but it drives Himself crackers because she does tend to wriggle about getting herself comfy and she snores seriously loudly...
And she likes to lick my feet...I don't mind...it's a bit like having a cheap massage...but Himself mutters under his breath and gives her a shove and she stops for a while and then starts again...
But he's awful when I'm reading...tosses and turns and hikes the covers up over his shoulder and pushes them down again and heaves enormous sighs and plumps his pillows up and then gets up to go to the loo and when he gets back into bed he starts all over again...
I pretend I don't notice and have actually read for much longer just 'cos it annoys me so much...
Then the very minute I turn the light off and put my book down...he goes quiet and never makes another murmur until he springs out of bed the following morning...
Actually...I've just thought...if I'm reading something funny which makes me giggle that really drives the poor man quite demented...I do try and laugh quietly, honestly I do, but you know how some books just make you burst out with a loud laugh even though you bite the inside of your cheek to try not to and if you sort of stifle a giggle it just makes it much worse and then you feel sick and get a tummy ache.
I've always thought it daft to share a bed anyway...and a bedroom...and a bathroom...
And have you noticed how people on television sit up neat and tidy in bed when they're reading a book? They have sensible nightgowns on which button up to the neck and often wear a cardigan as well and their pillows haven't so much as a dent in them and their bedside tables are neat and tidy too and their lamps have dinky little fringes around the shades and there they are, bolt upright, with the book in front of them...
My pillows are all lumpy and messy looking and my bedside chest is heaped with dozens of books and inhalers and spare specs and my Kindle and tissues and empty mugs...
Bobby is squeezed underneath the bed and Millie is asleep in the babies crib at the end of it and Eilis and Lily are squabbling over which of them gets to lie on our feet...
Now I'm feeling more awake so I'll go and peel the potatoes for supper...