Today I'm linking up with fellow Queensland blogger Renee over at Nee Say. She is kicking off a linky - Monday's Minutia. Described as being a creative writing challenge where she takes a mundane topic and tries to make it mildly entertaining. I'm going to hop along for the ride and give it a go, and because I take inspiration from all things in life I will be drawing on my experience as a mother and my children's antics to hopefully capture a "mildly entertaining" post . To start off Renee has selected the letter "A" as the inspiration for this week, mundane topics beginning with "A".
So I bring you a weekend tale of Apples and Audio Overload.
They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away. Perhaps I should take the apples away so the doctor can come check this family for audio overload.
"Mummy, mummy I want a cuddle."
"Can I have a bed on the floor?"
"Mummy, I'm hungry, can I have an apple please?"
"Mummy where's daddy, is he at work?"
"Mummy can I have activities?"
"Mummy I get it, I want activities now."
"Mummy can I watch Blinky Bill please?"
"Mummy can I have an APPLE please?"
"Mummy I'm hung-ryyyy."
Mummy, mummy, mummy.
That's all within five minutes of rising I kid you not (5.30am), a total audio overload and assault. This audio assault is everyday and constant, but this past weekend Cohen scaled a full on, all out audio overload war on our ear drums. He literally didn't come up for air all weekend. He sent us into fits of laughter over our efforts to make up creative games to have some moments of silence, that were all for nothing. If words weren't coming out of his gob it was noise, sounds, whimpers, whines, sighs......anything, everything. If for a moments grace his mouth stopped, his body stepped in with drumming, patting, flicking, banging, smashing, scraping anything in his hand against another surface. Why? To create noise, any noise, then his mouth would catch up again.
Don't get me wrong I love the little dude he is everything and more I dreamt for in a little boy. I was clearly very specific in telling the universe about this little man. Perhaps I should have also asked the universe for an apple orchard because it was only when he had one in his gob this past weekend that there was silence whilst he munched his way through then he was good to go for another round.
Now excuse me whilst I go and check on the apple seeds that Cohen so politely and pointedly told us he was going to grow on the weekend. He requests to see if they have grown big *waves hands in the air*.