Good God, can NOTHING just happen like it’s supposed to in this house? It seems that even the simple act of a Good Night kiss has the uncanny knack of going tits-up. Grace had been tucked up in her cot-bed for about half an hour, when bang on cue (i.e the second I sit down with some tea to watch the soaps) over the monitor, the gibbling begins. Normally, she either chats away to imaginary people or sings herself a little song and can be left alone to settle herself to sleep. Not tonight:
“Mummy? Muuuuuuummy. Mum- MEEEE!……..”
***sigh, weary look at husband, try to shovel some food down and hope she’ll stop soon.***
Grace is lying down pressed up to one side of the railings of her cot. She points to her cheek. “Kiss please Mummy.”
Aaaawwwwwwww. HOW CUTE?!
Of course she can have another Good Night kiss and I lean over to plant one tenderly on her soft little cheek. However, Grace is quite insistent that the kiss is only acceptable if placed on the right-hand cheek. This side of her face is a bit harder to reach as it’s the one pressed up to the railings which we have quite high still. I try to go for the left one, but she’s having none of it. probably far too soft of me, but not wanting to ruin a moment, I hoist myself over the railings a little further, lips pursed, in a (slightly red-wine-fuelled) attempt to reach the desired cheek.
It was a combination of weary resignation and mild annoyance that washed over me as I felt my centre of balance shift and my feet leave the floor. There was nothing I could do to stop the slow motion head-stand into my daughters cot except try to twist myself about in a bizarre and painful way in an attempt not to squash her. Ridiculous as it was, I was completely stuck upside down next to a gobsmacked Grace who opened her mouth wide in astonishment.
“Oh no Mummy. Oh no. Oh, what a mess!”
“Yes I know baby, try to go back to sleep. Sshhhhhh.”
I could see no way out of it without hurting her. Oh bollocks. Luckily the monitor’s still on.
“stuuuuuu” I whisper to get my other halves attention. “stu?” So much for whispering. “STU!”
“STU!” Grace decides to join in. “STU STU STU STU!”
Enter Stu, who manages to stop laughing long enough to remove Grace whilst I de-tangle myself. Needless to say it was hard work settling her again. Tea went cold, and I have NO idea what happened in Corrie.
Hey ho . . . till next time . . .