We had some fun in NYC. We got all around and I even added another scalp internet friend to my real world collection - the lovely Bionic family. Just as nice in the flesh. This is always the case, you know, if my sample of four is anything to go by. When the internet people come out of the computer, they are not in fact druglords in moleskin trousers (to quote May), but exactly who they say they are.
And so now we are at home. It is quiet after midtown Manhattan - the sheer noise of which I had conveniently edited out of my memory. It's warm and humid today - the cat is doing the flat out sleeping pose that indicates temperatures of over 25 degrees. Countries are finally opening again to Ireland (I speak of adoption matters, for those who don't know). Things seem hopeful, at last. I am looking forward and feeling I can take things on.
Ah. There is one thing. One little fly in the ointment. The JB, the lazy devil the academic has 10 weeks off - a fact he takes great delight in repeating these days. 10 weeks, folks. He wakes up at the exact moment I do and is! instantly! awake! And up for a chat!
Sigh. I do wish this wasn't painting me in the acidic light of a begrudging shrew, but really, if he doesn't dial down the morning cheer, and not be All There All The Time, I will throttle him.
So. How to handle the fact I am married to a manic seven year old in a 38 year old man's body? Your thoughts please. Maybe I should see this as good practice for parenting?
Hrmm. I do wonder how I'd take to parenting.