Posted by Sarah in The House on July 26, 2009
I had one of those rare moments today were I was completely content to be in my own company, alone in a room, no sounds other that the rhythmic slish slish of my paint brush. Concertinaed into a small oblong of space between the cot we have finally assembled and the chest of draws I was painting green I had nothing in the world to do other than concentrate on covering old with new. Even the sounds from the busy road outside the window melted into the background of my subconscious and tricked my mind into creating images of oceans. Maybe it was the rain softening the swoosh of the cars but if I closed my eyes I could have sworn I was at the beach.
I don’t usually go for green it was Glenn’s choice of colour for the wall in our room that will now double as a nursery, but this isn’t a bright in your face kind of green. Its actually quite dark, a deep dark forest type green and not the type of forests we get in Australia full of friendly little creatures that will pop up to say hello then fill you with venom, no this is more the forest were you picture Robin Hood and is mob hanging about in trees eating berries. A calming green hopefully a baby sleep inducing green.
Now in the future I imagine myself reading this post and wondering why a quiet Saturday afternoon was so noteworthy that I wrote a blog post about it. But when you stop and think about the week I have had with myself two kids one baby and one husband succumbing to the flu probably the swine flu according to our doctor but who cares all flus are serious and some others are more deadly than that piggy one so we don’t bother testing anymore.
If you know anything about families and illnesses they don’t do the sensible thing and all get sick at once no no one child brings something home and is ill, nursed lovingly back to health then on the day that it all looks bright and sunny again child number two sulks up to you leans her snotty nose against your cheek gently coughs in your face and said my head hurts, and so on and so forth until by the end of the week you are waking up five times a night to un clog the babies breathing tubes and wipe off the snot that has somehow dripped up her face into her hair and rock her back to sleep, only to be greeted when the light shines in the windows with a house full of sick, almost recovered, and I’m completely better now and so bored with this very boring family that I’m going to spend all day long bouncing of the walls and singing on the top of my lungs children. The only one of us who hasn’t been sick is Lani and we look at her now like she’s some kind of ticking time bomb.
So now you can understand why a day, where the kids played together quietly with puzzles on the floor and Glenn and Sabrina practiced saying Hello Daddy, just to make sure they are her first words, was so special. And I painted till the sun went down listening to the paintbrush telling me to Shhh Shhh quiet now.