I’ve always been an owl not a fowl, but with my kids on holiday – my nocturnal tendencies are getting out of hand.
My days are filled with wipe this, feed that, mop this, carry that, tidy this, cook that, find this, pick up that, pick up that again, all to the tune of non-stop noise in whatever you call stereo from 3 directions. This is punctuated by an eternal barking round performed for no extra charge, by All The Dogs In The Neighbourhood. It’s all thoroughly spectacular.
Come bedtime – the kids bedtime, not mine – my head volunteers to pop just to let all the noise out. Heck, so what if we lose the brain in the process? Apparently not too much going on in there anyhow!
Yet one by one, the niggles and giggles turn into gentle snores… and something utterly miraculous descends on my home. I’m whispering, can you tell? A lovely blanket of quiet. Not a harsh post-nuclear-explosion-type-silence, but quiet. Threaded through with the hum of the fridge, the determined ticking of a clock whose hands are stuck on 6:30 but keeps ticking anyway, the subliminal whine of the neglected tv.
In the midst of all this glorious quiet, my brain peeps out and whispers is it safe to come out now? Words line up and preen, hoping for some exercise. Quite frankly – who would actually WANT to go sleep through this?
So I stay up way too late.
I revel in the peace.
How delicious it is to think an entire thought through to its conclusion without being interupted. HA! The joy of writing, not just sentences – but entire paragraphs! Bring it on.
Real headspace! Aaah! What bliss.
I know tomorrow I’ll pay the price of little zzzz’s with a brain that turns over and tucks the duvet closer when I need it. Truth is – find this, wipe that – doesn’t really need that much brain power.
So, no… I’m not turning Twilight and growing fangs, not rehearsing for a Rocky Horror remake.
I’m just grabbing the pockets of peace. Filling them with careful words and creeping forward a baby step at a time.
I’d love to hear from you. How do you manage school holidays?