It’s 6:14am. Last night was the first time that Pords slept through. Hip hip hooray.
Yet for some reason I woke up with a jolt at 4:47am terrified that Pickles has been eating too much bad food recently so I got up and since then I have been peeling, chopping, steaming, and arranging a rainbow of fruits and vegetables.
Now that I’ve filled boxes and plates and eaten my own breakfast and had three cups of tea I’m sitting at the kitchen table in a completely quiet house.
Any minute now the day will begin. Mum! And I probably won’t even remember what it was like to sit in silence. Mum! So I’m recording this as a testament that there is such a thing. Mum! And as a reminder to myself to try to get up before the day begins and have a cup of tea in peace and quiet before the world is filled with Muuuuummmmmm!!
Don’t worry, I haven’t gone completely mad because I’m still at the point of realising that being up chopping vegetables before 5am is completely mad. That’s catch-22 isn’t it? You can’t be mad if you know you’re mad. I’m the Yossarian of health kicks.
I certainly won’t be repeating the 4:47 food folly. Particularly when 3/4 of my labour ends up rejected. But I do recommend a quiet house. It’s good for the soul.
Before You Were Awake
Before you were awake
I had a cup of tea,
And sitting all alone
Was quite pleasant company.
The house was still and silent
I could listen to a thought.
(Although frankly on that front
There’s not too much to report).
I really love our noisy days
When you’re up and around.
Your busy, chatty, crashy play
Makes for a happy sound.
But sometimes for a little change
I like the quiet too.
And so from now I’m going to try
To get up before you.
I’ll tiptoe to the kitchen
And sit down quietly.
So before you are awake
I can have a cup of tea.