Monday, May 12, 2014
Acrobats, Lion Tamers and Fairy Floss Twirlers
Whilst driving Elk to my parents and Zeph + Pip to preschool the other morning I took a little second to asses my life, right there in the moment.
What a calamity. There we were, the four of us (the kids and I) strapped into our respective car seats and driving along some local winding streets.
Across the back of our Kluger we have 3 car seats, each heavily encrusted with sand, food and snot. The centre seat belonging to Zeph, sits on an awkward angle whilst the girls fit firmly and snugly against each door (which by the way, are covered in food smears and milk drips). The floor, which should allow me easy access to strap each child in, is literally covered in mountains of junk. Shoes, socks, empty wrappers, apple cores, pre school drawings, jumpers, swimmers and damp towels. The passenger seat is regularly piled high with groceries, my shoes, handbags and anything else I neglect to take into the house with me. In short, our car is a dump. It's disgusting.
Whenever it's necessary for my mother to enter it, I have pangs of anxiety at the though of her disapproval. It never inspires action though. So when such an occasion arrises, mum slips into the left hand side and gingerly places her feet on top of various piles of junk. She falters when trying to find a place for her handbag before I hurriedly thrust mine upon her lap.
Anyways, back to the calamity.
Zeph is chattering at a million miles an hour about everything and nothing whilst Pip stares calmly out the window and Elke uses her two hand to crinkle, crinkle, crinkle the ears of her elephant toy, singly contentedly as she does.
It's a circus.
Those children are acrobats and lion tamers and fairy floss twirlers. They are back seat bandits, weavers of magical fairy tales and desperately grubby. They have snot encrusted on the tips of their noses and their gum boots stink.
But as we were driving down those familiar roads I took a moment to cast my eyes back at those nutters and it was with a swollen heart and a sting in my eye that I returned my focus to the bitumen.
Crazy darling hearted individuals.
Don't ever change.
Just develop the skills to help me clean the car, k?