Karen is preparing mother’s blow-up mattress for bedtime. It is hot – still 32 degrees at 9.00pm.
Mother: No! No! Don’t worry about that, I can sleep on the couch.
Me: Mum, you are NOT sleeping on the couch.
Mother: But I enjoy sleeping on them.
Me (scoffs): Sure you do. You might! But not this one.
(Our couch, though leather, so cooler, would be as comfortable as a POW camp stretcher)
Me: Ah, it’s so nice though to have someone here take the ‘Mother Martyr’ sceptre off me for a little while. Seriously, it was becoming too much.
Thanks everyone for your kind words yesterday – no negatives, not even a slippery anonymous email saying I am the scourge of motherdom for letting a baby cry (but they will come….oh yes they will). To them I shall say, “Gee, you should hear him then when I put him in a bath of scalding water.”
Wow – I am even making a joke. I must be feeling better.
