It takes the Little Sister a while to wind down for a sleep since we eighty-sixed her pipe a few months back. So it was nothing to hear her singing and playing in her cot late last week. I was eavesdropping on her chatter:
Go to sleep dolly.
Lie down teddy.
Come up here mousey.
Whatchya doing mousey?
The following morning I caught a fleeting glimpse of her new mate as it flew across the floor into the narrow space next to the dishwasher. I made a mental note to ask Bearhands for some baits from the shed. (I know, since when have mental notes worked around here). Then I promptly forgot about mousey.
We had a massive weekend. On Friday night we saw Pink soar around the Brisbane Entertainment Centre. On Saturday, we celebrated Nanna’s 90th birthday. Sunday morning saw us up early to celebrate Father’s Day and by the afternoon we were toasting my Cousin’s nuptials.
On Monday afternoon, feeling pooped, I thought I’d have a little lie down before I picked the Big sister up from kindy. I flopped into bed and snuggled under the doona. I was on the brink of sleep, when I started to feel a vibration against my leg. My initial thought was my silenced phone, but a quick glance revealed it on the bedside table. So I lifted the quilt to have a look. At that moment, mousey saw the light (and an escape route) and came barrelling towards my pillow. I did a frozby flop onto the bedroom floor that would have earned me a spot on the Australian Olympic team if I’d had a witness.
When I spotted mousey later than night, but he refused to make eye contact.
The baits* are set now, so I’m anticipating there’s one more encounter with mousy in my future, but I’m hopeful that we won’t be reunited in my bed. In fact, I’ll be happy if Bearhands is the only thing that rubs up against my leg in bed for quite a while.
ever had an unexpected bed mate?
do you eavesdrop on your kids?
* Remind me one day to tell you about the time I had to call the Poisons Information Hotline. Good times.