A small, sleep warm child clambers into bed with me.
Her Daddy is getting dressed and ready for work, but it’s half term, so there’s no rush for us.
Miss E is still sleeping, her soft snores heard through her door when I checked on her half an hour ago.
Miss M squeezes me hard in a big bear hug, then sits beside me and holds my face in her tiny hands.
Then she looks deep into my eyes, fixes a serious expression on her face, and says…
Miss M: “And I turned into a sponge.”
Me: “Pardon M?”
Miss M: “At Hursery. I turned into a sponge.”
Me: “At Nursery?”
Mr B: “Was it a dream?”
Miss M: “Yes. An my friends weren’t sponges.”
Me: “Weren’t they?”
Miss M: “No, but my cousin was.”
Me: “Oh. And what did you do in your dream?”
Miss M: “I talked a crying noise.”
Me: “Oh. Were you sad, or is that just how sponges talk?”
Miss M: “I was a sad sponge.”
Me: “Oh dear. ”
I glance at Mr B and we share a smile, which I manage to hide quickly, then I return her solemn gaze with my own.
Miss M: “And den I waked up.”
Me: “Ooooh. That was a funny dream wasn’t it? Maybe you’ll be a happy sponge next time.”
Miss M: “Mmm. Can I have some moke pease?”
We’ve talked about being a sad sponge on and off all day. It doesn’t seem to bother M.
But me?
I want to know why she wasn’t a happy sponge.
Did some of the other sponges upset her?
Had she fallen over and hurt herself?
Can sponges hurt themselves? I mean, they pretty much boing back into shape don’t they?
Then I think of my kids and their ‘relationship’ with sponges.
They tend to bite bits off them. It’s like a mad irresistible thing.
Sponge = bite.
So then I’m thinking, maybe I should find out who made her cry?
Or tell her to tell the teacher?
Then reality flicks me on the nose and goes, “Noooo. It’s just a blumming dream you looney.”
It’s mad isn’t it? Even in their dreams we want to comfort and protect. Maybe in her next dream a big Mummy sponge will go into school and kick some little sponge butt with her amazing karate skills.
I didn’t suggest that to her…but it could happen right?
And talking of skillz, first of all I have to apologize to the gorgeous, talented and very clever Miss Cami, who awarded me with her very own Mad Skillz Award on December 6th LAST YEAR.
I am sooooo bad.
She awarded me this honour for my psychic abilities as I knew she was playing with her new phone, ytou know, THAT phone. THE phone. Big sighh.
“What I really want to do is honor those of you who are really good at some crazy things with a little award I’m calling…
Now go forth people and award this pretty to others you know! Let the people know you appreciate their mad skillz as much as I do!”
Soooo, I’m passing this in (at last), to…
Leendaluu for Madskillz with carrot porn
Kimberly for her mad tidying skills and ability to make me laugh then go all profound and make my lip wibble.
AOJ for just being so lovely and cool and having very cute mutts
Dumdad for amongst other things, his cartoon skills. Maurice Mouse rocks.
Belle, Diary of a Housewife for drunken posts and extreme sarcasm/wit. She is tres fab.
RC for her mad nursing, parenting, and blogging skills. She always makes me laugh or makes me think.
Jen, for her mad baby growing skillz, I mean, at least half the population can’t do it, and it is mad. Mad, mad , mad. Mad as a box of frogs mad.
Mya for her ability to cope with the evil mum-in-law.
Kitten, for her juggling skills. And she is juggling a ton of heavy stuff at the moment.
Momo for her love of American Gladiators, and her insight into why they are soooooo popular.
Avery for her ability to incite, then caaaaaaalmmm the chocowar. And because she is mad, and has many skills.
Irene for her wit, candour and fab mad art skillz.
So there you are people. Take ‘em, display ‘em and pass ‘em on.
And that is Cami in the picture displaying just one of her mad skillz.
Wow.
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February 15th, 2008 at 4:09 pm
oooooooooooooooooohhh… I hope next time she’s a happy sponge. poor doll.
and hooray for passing on the goodies.
February 15th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
ohwowohwowohwowohwow! Thankyou thankyou. Just wait till I tell my mother I got an award for drunk blogging, she will be sooo proud
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my children drank moke – although now I come to think of it it was noke, not moke. d’you think that comes from an altogether different cow? oops, I’ve been having the odd snifter again. because I’m away being thelma. or am i louise. not sure now. am going now. xxx
February 15th, 2008 at 5:08 pm
Well thank you dear!!! By the way, I DO have Mad Skillz…I can hang a spoon on the end of my nose. That’s the kind of talent they don’t show you on American Gladiators.
Dang dreams! They suck me in every time too.
February 15th, 2008 at 6:59 pm
Oh, wow, thank you, Jo. That’s the baddest award I have ever gotten. It will really rock in my awards gallery. I do have a really good skill, I can balance a broom on my chin. Isn’t that great? I thought so. Thank you!
February 15th, 2008 at 7:28 pm
OMG. I recieved the MAD SKILLZ award???!! I am verklempt. I think this is the most coveted award in blogdom and I will honor it. Thank you.
I adore Miss M. She is the most lovely of beings, as are you
February 15th, 2008 at 9:23 pm
Why does skills have to be misspelled? That rather annoys me.
Blog Hopping–HP
February 15th, 2008 at 10:59 pm
I must now go immediately to bed because the day can’t possibly end on a lovelier note that that. Thanks, luv! You made me grin and sniffle at the same time. Griffle? Heh…yes, must sleep soon. Losing coherency…
I’d be sad if I were a sponge. Always feeling either bloated or all wrung out. It’s not much of a life really, the life of a sponge.
February 15th, 2008 at 11:44 pm
you know…..Sugar hasn’t talked much about dreams yet…but I just know I will top the list of freak mama’s when she does. I will forever be trying to making meaning out of the madness. LOL
Have a great weekend.
Congrats to those with the skills.
February 16th, 2008 at 5:01 am
i’m gonna come up there and be your back-up for sponge-kicking. oh yes. knock some crap outa those sponges!
“she who upsets my jo’s miss m upsets me”
February 16th, 2008 at 9:55 am
Poor little thing! Glad she’s not upset by her dream. But boy is she creative! Couldn’t imagine where she gets it from… ;o)
Thanks for the award, my dear! I’m just so glad that peace has come to our warring factions. No one should fight over chocolate! (Now, brussel sprouts? There’s a food worth givin’ up!)
February 17th, 2008 at 8:28 am
Jo -
A sponge-butt kicking karate mama, eh! Now those are some serious mad skillz!!
February 17th, 2008 at 12:14 pm
I don’t know why you’re giving this award to Dumdad as I’m the star. If it wasn’t for me he’d have nothing to draw. And does he thank me? Does he let me rummage around his cheese larder? I think you know the answer to that!
Now, please, I want to be alone….
February 17th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
I think your comment “Maurice Mouse rocks” has gone to his head somewhat. He’s insisting on only the very best cheese and is prancing around the house squeaking “please, no photographs!”
For my part, thank you very much for this fun award.
February 17th, 2008 at 6:14 pm
“Mad as a box of frogs”? *tee-hee* How about a box of squished frogs, since we seem to have more of those to go around. Baby growing may not exactly be a skill, but I’ll gladly accept this award, anyway! And, hopefully, there will be happy sponges in dreams from now on.
February 18th, 2008 at 2:13 pm
Cami, that’s all I want, for her to be a happy sponge. Sighhhh.
Belle, you would make a wonderful Thelma or Louise, though please do not drive over the edge of any cliffs. And I wouldn’t trust that Brad Pitt you know. He’s a bit of a one.
Momo, you have skillz. Wow. You could go on gladiators and be called, ‘Spoon Lady’ or something. That would scare ‘em.
Irene, that skill is soooo cool. You deserve a baaaad award lady.
Leendaluu ’tis a pleasure my dear. You too are a bit lovely.
HP, it’s a little tongue in cheek. But it’s ok to be annoyed, it’s good to get these things out.
Kim, now you made me griffle, thinking of the poor sponge with it’s bloatedness or it’s wrung outedness. And I’m allowed to make up words cos it’s my blog.
Corey, it is so weird. Miss E didn’t have dreams like this. M just seems to have really vivid ones. I love it.
Holly, we could definitely take out sponges. Let’s do it.
Avery, you are like a lovely dove of peace, but with better cleavage. And brussels? I actually like them, but I don’t like what they do to me. Nobody would like what they do to me.
Molly Gras, oh yes, that’s me.
Oh Maurice, I’m so sad that you feel that way. Maybe Dumdad could give you a little cheese while you pose for each cartoon?? He’s a lovely man, I bet you only have to ask.
Dumdad, maybe he’s just misunderstood? If not, I bet Scabby will sort him out for you.;)
Jen, oh no, not more squished frogs! Be careful not to slip on one. And you have the skillz my dear. You have the, ‘avoiding squished frogs’ skill. Not many people can claim that.
February 18th, 2008 at 7:50 pm
Now THAT is a hot mad skill!!!
February 26th, 2008 at 4:11 am
Thank you Jo! I love this award…very cool!!