There’s so much I don’t know; like how long I am going to live for. But who does? On a more short term vein, I don’t know what tomorrow might bring. I don’t know if the summer is going to be a sunshine filled fun fest or know if it will be a soup making cold fest. I don’t know if I won the lottery at the weekend. (I highly doubt it!) I don’t know how much longer Screecher Creature No. 4 will sleep or if he will be cranky when he wakes on the back of getting his 12 month vaccinations this morning. I don’t know if the roast chicken will be ready in time for Mister Husband’s arrival at one o’clock. It’s a bigger one than usual. I don’t know if Mister Husband will have Screecher Creature No. 2 with him or will I have to collect him from Montessori. I don’t know if that bag of Easter chocolate will be lucky enough to survive until the end of the week. But I don’t like its chances much. I don’t know if my rear end will average more than two minutes on this chair before I have to get up again. (That’s a blatant lie! I do so know that I will not average anything even close to that time frame!) I don’t know if I’ll get out for a run this evening. I don’t know if I will use the excuse that it is too horribly cold or that I am too horribly tired. I don’t know if Screecher Creature No. 1 will let me dig the thistle out of his foot later on. I don’t know if I will be able to trick him into believing I am using the tweezers when in actual fact it is a needle that is called for. I don’t know if there is a chance in hell that the Easter pound I gained will somehow disappear this week. I don’t know if I will have something I am totally happy with ready to post on my blog tonight. (Maybe this!) I don’t know that the Awesome Foursome will have a new little cousin this time next week. (Here’s hoping, eh Aunty S?) And I don’t know that the arrival of this little person won’t make me desperately broody! Those are some of the things that I will just have to wait out and see what comes to pass. On the other hand, there are also some things I didn’t know but was enlightened about almost immediately. I didn’t know that shampoo in a can is so handy! I might never wash my hair during the week again! I didn’t think Screecher Creature No. 2 would be so impatient to get back to Montessori after the break and excited to see his friend Oisin again. I didn’t know that there is a right and a wrong way to tie your laces when you run. The granny knot is the wrong way and the reef knot is the right way. Luckily I was using the reef knot. I didn’t know what a reef knot was until today! I didn’t know that sometimes when you go into a sports shop, the assistants haven’t a clue what you are talking about when you mention gait analysis! I didn’t think I would get such a kick out of new running shoes! I didn’t think the roast chicken dinner I made today would be as appreciated as it was. Clean plates all round. None left for tomorrow. I didn’t think I would drink as much coffee as I did today. I didn’t think it was going to be as cold! Hence the drinking of the coffee. I certainly didn’t think I would be sat on top of the table, legs outstretched in front of me in an effort to hide from Screecher Creature No. 4 so I could finish something. I didn’t think my ankle would flare up again over the weekend making it impossible for me to run. I didn’t think it was possible for the Awesome Foursome to make such short work of a fresh roll of toilet paper in the bathroom. Even the smallest one got involved! They in turn didn’t think I would get as cross as I did when I saw the mess. And as for the things I knew straight away? I knew the copious amounts of coffee would make me buzzy but I still didn’t stop drinking it. I knew it was a bad idea to keep logged on to Facebook all day. I knew it was a bad idea for Mister Husband to move the computer onto the kitchen table. Big mistake. Huge! I knew it was a bad idea to crack open that chocolate bunny from Lidl. I know it’s going to be a bad idea to have a look at that recipe for the chocolate beetroot cake but I’m gonna anyway. I know kids cartoons and their extremely annoying female characters are going to drive me insane. And I know for an absolute fact that Screecher Creature No. 2 is going to die with excitement if I tell him I plan on organising a play date for him this Friday. And for that reason alone, I am not going to tell him until the last minute because if it doesn’t happen, I also know for a fact he will die from disappointment. I can’t wait to tell him though!
I didn’t think sitting on the table would work!! Must try that more often.