Interior. Night.

another-quiet-evening

A woman sits at her computer, trying to work after finishing reading bedtime stories and singing songs for the last forty minutes.  A small voice calls from off stage.  He is in a bedroom with his older brother, who is trying to sleep.

T: Mammy?

Me: Yes?

T: Mammy?

Me: Yes?

T: Mammy!  Mammy!

D (exasperated): Mammy is answering you Teddy, just TALK to her, don’t keep saying mammy mammy mammy.

T: Where’s daddy gone daddy? Where’s daddy gone mammy?

Me: He’s gone out rocking with his friends, love, shush now time for sleepy.

T: Yeah! Daddy.  Mammy. Daddy. Mammy. Mummy. Mammy. Hello Mummy Hello Mummy (trails off)

Silence descends.  The woman continues to type, trying to detail how proud she is of her homemade pizza. Cut to ten minutes later:

T:  Where’s daddy gone daddy? Where’s daddy gone mammy? Where’s daddy gone daddy? Where’s daddy gone daddy?  Let it go, let it go, de cold doesn’t bother me anyway. Dom’nics sleep mammy, Dom’nics sleep.

Me: Isn’t Dom a good boy? Now you go sleepies.  Shhhhhh.  Shhhhh.

Woman abandons other blog post in favour of live-blogging her evening. She then abandons live-blogging for tea drinking.

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9 thoughts on “Interior. Night.

    1. Oh we have plenty of cross nights too. I don’t get to sit in the next room giggling at them then though.

      Mind you the older lad loves his bed once he’s in it, but that little fella he likes to cling to the daytime

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