Sunday 25 September 2011

Ominous silence (conveniently on Silent Sunday)

You know that feeling - you are enjoying a quiet moment. Perhaps you are having a cup of coffee and a cheeky piece of cake. Perhaps you are really getting stuck into the ironing (not likely in my case, but hey - some of you are good mothers). Perhaps you are checking your face book for the 20th time that morning just in case they decided to revert to the old news feed format... But anyway, you are busy and occupied and getting on with something you needed to get on with, when you suddenly think - where are the children and why are they so quiet? And then you get scared...

You know they are safe because you wouldn't have let them wander off anywhere untoward or do anything dangerous - that's not why you are scared. No, you are unnerved because you know they are occupied, and as a rule things that occupy them in such a manner are not the expensive wooden toys you bought them or the high brow books you are hoping they might read. No - they are investigating their world in some manner, probably one unsactioned by you.  What they are up depends on their age. In older children this may mean they are trying on your expensive clothes and jewelry, digging in your underwear draw on a search for Christmas presents or, in the case of boys, or more adventurous girls, about to parachute down the stairs only using your knickers to break their fall, But for smaller children what they are up to is slightly less scary, but rather more messy. Like unpacking the compost bin or involuntarily defrosting the freezer while they scatter frozen peas around the kitchen. Here is Little Miss G last night...

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