Three Ring Circus

Ivy is a bit better today and so, I am too.

Noah hasn’t deleted any email, tried to post his disgust at the lack of attention he felt he was not getting on my blog or in anyone elses comments section, therefore, I have come to the conclusion that he is feeling better about the events of today as well.

We read books. ("No - No, read it Clarey? Yes? Yes?"). Translation: Please read me Hairy Maclary 500 times or until I get bored with it.

We snuggled while Ivy slept from 9 until 12:30.

We watched some Wiggles ("I like it, Mar - mee, the big red car!"). Translation; I do enjoy watching those men driving the big red car.

We danced to the Fisher Price Piggy Bank music.

 

"O - oh, I’m a piggy bank with some coins big and small,

with lots of colours you can learn them all.

We’ve got red and orange, we’ve got yellow and blue!

What’s your favourite colour? We’ve got green one’s too"…

 

I know, I know, I seriously need some adult conversation!

Ivy only grizzled and wanted to be a velcro baby for half the day today (the other half she slept) so I’d have to say a little bit better for the Ivy girl means a whole lot better for everyone else.

Here’s to more ‘a whole lot better’ days.

All I can say is thank goodness I don’t have to listen to that durge anymore.

Maybe go here or here for a more enlightening update on the Australian Idol elimination for tonight.

So long, Marty, my ears feel better already.

I met him when I was seventeen. I was your classic loud, jolly fat girl. Hiding behind an oversized personality.

He saw beyond that.

We were friends first. Soon he knew all my secrets.

He listened but didn’t try to change things.

We talked until the sun came up. He was the first one to accept what I wanted for my adult life.

A family, not a career.

He was not like my father.

Not at all.

My life is so different because I met him and I am grateful for him. I thank the universe everyday for his existence.

Life was dysfunctional. He made everything alright.

We married and settled in together. We were young. Although he was worried about what his parents would think, he honoured our decision.

I became a nurse, he encouraged it, supported me.

We had twins. He took it in his stride. Even though he was exhausted he shared the load of bringing up two and then three little girls.

I became a midwife and he was there, helping me all the way.

He opened his heart and his emotions when William died.

He is so different from any man I have ever known.

We compliment each other. He is my night (knight) and I am his day.

I like to spend money, he likes to save.

I like to take risks, he likes stability.

Between us we have a wonderful balance.

It could have been so different, my life but not better. I couldn’t ask for better.

This was written as part of the November Write Away Contest at another of my favourite blogs, Scribbit. It’s my first attempt. Why don’t you give it a try?