Sleepy Heads

From here.

Bed in the Bath

A couple of months ago I came across a post a blogger named Sian in South Wales had written about her kids sleeping in the bath. She posted this photo,

and wrote:

Now I tried to sleep in a bath once. It seemed like the thing to do at the time (and yes, it was at the end of a convivial evening) and despite being rather immune to discomfort, courtesy of Mr Smirnoff, I remember it as being deeply unsuccessful. So my knee jerk reaction was to say no...

...and then I thought - why not? Why on earth can't they sleep in the tub if they want to? It's not as if I am forcing them to sleep rough in the bathroom. So I agreed, on the premise that if they found out that they didn't like it, that they would get into their own beds without waking me at 3am to give me the low down on everything. 'Kay? 'Kay.

Yesterday when I received a lovely comment from Sian on my Tank Man Tango post I was reminded of the comment I left on her blog: "I am 35 and have never slept in a bathtub. This fabulous post makes me think I must add it to my list of things to do before I am 40."

And so last night I thought: Tonight's the night. I dragged some bedding into the bath where I lay for about an hour before PJ came in and took this photo.

I'm sorry to report to your kids, Sian, that I didn't last the night.

Bed Head

This post is dedicated to my sister E who recommended I take Melatonin to help me sleep, and to her friend P who recommended it to her. 

Thank you and thank you!

To Market, to Market

Before I departed the city and moved to these hills I would often come up and stay with my sister K and her family. My favourite thing to do on a Sunday was walk around the market that even bustles in the winter months.

When I moved up here I would ride my bike there; my basket brimming with perishables for the week on the downhill home.

When PJ and I first got together he was working weekends and I would roam the market alone, pining to walk the aisles with him arm in arm, like so many of the touristing couples who visit.

This morning we three rode bikes and skateboards to the market. The journey homeward was a little more slow going as we had kites and new fishing rods to contend with.

We didn't have much luck catching fish at the lake, though I managed to catch up on some reading and to catch some ZZZZs in the quiet of the late afternoon.

Counting Sheep

Z had a friend stay over last night for the first time. At one point after a vigorous bout of wrestling, Z stood up from their pillow arena and announced that he now has three wallaby teeth. It wasn't until he asked me if I wanted to feel with my finger that I understood he meant wobbly teeth.

The boys were wild for the first few hours, but I couldn't really blame them, they were so excited. I still often find myself over-excited that I get to have a slumber party with PJ every single night. Being a grown-up is the best!

This is also the best, a hotel that has a permanent bed jumping competition. (The best monthly photo wins a weekend package for two.)