A little mundane, I know, but I have to write something or I fear my brittle brain will disintegrate and waft out my ears like ash.
So. A random day in the life of me.
3 am. Wake up with happy quiet moonlight glancing shyly through the curtains. Think, 'huh, baby usually shnoffling and rooting around by now looking for my boob" And husband too, on the other side of me. heh. But baby still fast asleep, arms thrown up by her ears and knees out at an angle I could never manage without years of yoga behind me. Listen carefully to hear if she's breathing. Touch her arm. Aha, snoffle shnoffle, root root, 'where's the boob, where's the boob'. Sleepily lift her from her cot next to the bed onto my boob. She drinks, I snooze. We both snooze. Eyes open, grunt. Put her back into the cot. Grunt grunt.
6 am. Radio jumps up cheerfully and starts jabbering away in Swahili. Oh pants, already? Husband starts clattering around getting ready for work. Brings me tea. As ever.
Awake asleep awake asleep. I dream I'm a werewolf.
7 am Awake. Baby wakes up. Best bit of the day. She looks at us, and laughs and laughs, like she knows something we don't. Which she probably does. Change nappy, feed, etc etc. The gal has a long and very animated conversation with a piece of tinfoil that I've strung up above her head, allowing me to shower and have a quick brekkie of millet porridge. Yum.
Check e-mail. A job cancelled. Secretly relieved. Facebook. My cousin says that YouTube, Twitter and Facebook are joining up and it will be called YouTwitFace. Hah! Blog. pah, no more comments. I imagine the few readers I have yawning and sidling away from my blog in an "oh gosh, is that the time" kindov way.
9 am Work myself up for the drive through town. The traffic in this here town is not pretty and deserves a post of its own. I have written one before, but another is due, I think.
Aw geez, you know what? I'm bored already, and I'm only at 9 o'clock.
So shortened version. I went shopping. Was momentarily alarmed by the large tractor being driven by a teddy bear in Shoprite. Bought some stuff. Bread, soap, that kind of thing. The baby got hijacked and handed round by the various members of staff and customers at the shops. The rest of the time I juggled her in one arm and tried to push the trolley in the other. Its a skill I tell you!
Then went to get a mattress. My ma is coming next week. Yippee yippee yippee. One end of town to the other. Nearly get run off the road half a dozen times.
12:30 Drove home. Saw one of the Maji Safi (clean water) trucks sucking up water from one of the streams that amble through town. In some places the streams are clogged with litter, in some places they seem cleanish. Try not to think too hard about the litter bits as this is the truck that delivers water to us up on our barren little hill. They come and fill up the underground tank in our dining room - the rain water ran out long ago.
Untied the mattress from the roof of the car and carried it in. Looked like a tortoise I imagine.
Afternoon. Play with baby. Book mother's ticket. Blog. Write a budget for Seka to travel to a festival in South Africa. Walk over and visit Janelle.
And this evening I'll go and meet my husband at the gym. He'll be on the motorbike and the baby and I in the car. When he's done he'll take the car and the baby and I'll ride the bike. I'll ride fast and free, hit every bump I can find, stand up on the last dirt bit home, dodge the cows and the donkeys. I might even shout WOOOOHOOOO!! Then I'll get home, put the water on for the baby's bath and be a mother again.