It happens once in a while Mrs Talkative and Mr not so Talkaive and their wonderful little brats, Princess not so talkative and, Boy Ignorant not so talkative and Boy Smarty pants not so talkative decend upon me and Big Mama. At this point live stops. It happened yesterday. From 4 p.m. through to 9:20 p.m. every minute i counted.
At times I just can not endure Mrs Talkative, I can't believe she is my blood, in fact when i think of it i can't believe it. Blood is thicker than water, but how much i ask? Perhaps not a lot. The little ones were great Princess not so talkative enjoyed going to the park and made sure she had a go on most of the play ground toys. However, she is a little scaredy cat and some of the obstacles she wasn't so sure about, if she was too high up or if she felt she had no control over something then she'd want to get off it. But it was ok to swing hanging on for all she's worth up and down and me chasing behind her has she dangled down, on some funny apparatus i can't even begin to describe.
They bought along their mad dog who i am sure had caught one of our cat's fleas. Princess told me they must be dog fleas. Of course she's right.
They were all kept watered and fed for the entire time they stayed and with a wonderful relief eventually, oh so eventually left. It is always wonderful to see the kids but it is equally always as wonderful to wave them off. This may mean i could never be a father, which is likely to be true now, being i've hit my early 40s.
How odd it is having a grand scheme of things, a notion such as when i grow up i will be an electrician have kids a house a car and a beautiful wife. No house, no car, no kids, no wife, hmmmm ok lets roll the dice again i must of gone right somewhere. Oh yes as the poem goes "if you compare yourself to others you will become vain and bitter" I'm not either i hope ok maybe a little bit bitter at times. Perhaps i just haven't matured yet, i'm sure i'll grow up soon.
