Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Life is full of miracles!

No, really, it is!

Not the pretend kind, but the real bona fide OH MY GOD kind of miracles.

Take last Friday.  Bubba asked 'Is Baby Jake coming on?' for what felt like an eternity, but in reality was probably closer to 7 minutes.  Over and over and over.  And I didn't kill him!  See?  A miracle!

Or there is the last 20 months 1 week and 5 days that Gremlin has been outside the womb and refused to sleep longer than 7 hours (and even those 7 hours are very very very rare, happening every 2 or 3 months for 1 night and 1 night only, and occur between 7pm and 2am so not really quite the same as 11pm until 6am).  She's still alive, and I'm still awake!  Proper real life miracle!

Or there are the many times a week I find myself cursing Jitterbugs name while cleaning the sink of beard trimmings, wiping up spilled milk, putting milk in the fridge, doing the washing, listening to him snore, or grind his teeth, or  leaving the stair gate at the top of the stairs open, or leaving millions of CDs lying around despite promises of them being returned to their proper place, or leaving discs out of boxes, or never getting round to do anything he said he would, like cutting the grass, dismantling our old potato box, putting the roof box in the shed, putting screws into the shelves to hold them onto the brackets, cleaning out jars of yucky smelly stuff which makes me want to puke, cleaning coffee cups that have been in the car for a week, forgetting about dinner that he is cooking and leaving it to burn/set fire to the oven, never emptying the washing machine when he puts washing on despite promises that he will.... the list could honestly go on forever.  And yet, he is still living here!  Miracle!

ps If you have no idea who or what Baby Jake is, thank your lucky stars!  If you really are serious about wanting to know, don't say I didn't warn you.

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