…you have to listen really hard to realize that the “little wail” you think you’re hearing is actually the slightly wheezy breathing of the dog (who has allergies).
Archive | 9:26 pm
It’s a mom’s life, take 2
15 JanIn what surely must be my proudest moment of environmental awareness, I realized that I’ve now boiled the same kettle of water four times.
First time, it was before supper, when I had a hankering for a cup of hot chocolate. And then I thought, well, I’ll be eating with Jade, and we’re already having mashed potatoes and corn, which she can’t have, and corn is a former favourite of hers. So I’ll forego the hot chocolate for now. (She didn’t care a whit about the corn, by the way. She was having carrots and she pointed at our corn and said, “Carrots!” Strange. But better than a tantrum.)
The second time was after Jade was in bed and I thought I’d go ahead and have a hot drink. But then Halia decided she’d have enough of the swing. So I nursed her for a bit and then realized it was getting late enough to get her ready for bed. So I did.
About forty minutes later, I came back upstairs and settled down to read the latest posts in my feed reader. The water went on again. And then I heard a wail that meant Halia wasn’t asleep, as I’d though.
Another forty minutes, some of which was spent sitting on my bed contemplating my knee as I waited to see if the grunting and snuffling baby next door would fall asleep, and I’m back upstairs. I boiled that darned water for the fourth time and I finally got to have my cup of hot chocolate. As a consolation, I even stole some of Jade’s whipping cream and whipped it up for myself as a topping. Yum!
At least it was only about a cup of water, not the full two litres the kettle holds. That’s gotta count for something, right?
