Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Tuesday - bed time stories..

Went to the hospital full of anticipation at the thought of Colin's first night in the Rehab ward. Sleepless nights, long day at work.
We there he was, full of the joys, typical. He was fine- his stitches to be removes and hopefully mobilised within a fortnight. Great new. He was to be moved back into Edenhall high dependency. What? What happened? What is wrong? was my first reaction. Spoke to the consultant and reading between the line it looks like when she was off for the weekend someone else had made the decision to move Colin. Bad idea. She was not impressed. Although he was well enough, she did not feel it was time yet, for this move. I was relieved. I don't think that I was ready to make this move yet.
Colin settled back in Edenhall, all well. I sat reading his novel to him. I can't stand it, all the lawyers, trials and far too high faluting.
I looked over, he was alseep. Thank goodness I could put his book down.
It triggered memories of when the children were young. Bedtime stories. As many of you Mums will recognise the grateful sound of the key in the door, as your husband walks in and you hand "his children" over to him and walk, no run away, lock yourself in the sitting room and switch on neighbours.
Colin was good at this time. He enjoyed the bedtime stories. Yes really. I wasn't too good at them and hated when the children were old enough to recognise that I had skipped pages.
Colin made them up. Loads of different ones. The girls loves it, one in particular came to mind.
The girl who didn't get invited to parties-
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a house with her Mum and Dad and her sisters. Her name was Josie McNaughty. She was a strange little thing who would nip and bully her sisters. She would steal their toys and spoil their games. She would tell tales and smile as they were told off.
At school she was made milk monitor, but she pulled the other girls pig tails and made them cry. She tripped them up in the playground and told on them if they came back into the classroom late.
But then she realised she was not invited to their birthday parties. She was not invited round to tea and nobody wanted to be her best friend. She was a very lonely girl....
I think my girls listened as they always had lovely friends and always were at the parties. But as Colin says, there is always a Josie McNaughty in your life.

1 comment:

  1. I'm really glad they gave you both back that little bit of security for a little while longer...every little helps.
    Love
    Dx

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