family life

So its 10.30pm

And the people upstairs have just flown in from france

Perhaps it’s the French election

Or jet lag, but….

The kids are racing up and down and the dad is talking a mile a minute in french.

I cant hear myself sleep. I cant let myself think.

So I lie on the couch and listen to the heater.

When do you replace a heater?

Its asthmatic wheezing and irregular rattle

Make me think its perhaps a little to old

Needs to be put out to pasture.

Do I call the doctor or the plumber?

So I lie on the couch, reading the kindle

Listening to the downstairs rattle

And the upstairs rumble

And wonder when I will feel tired enough to sleep.

So its 11pm

And I trundle off to bed.

I can hear the 2 year old grinding his teeth

Or is it the cat.

The wife’s deep breathing and the people upstairs

Still at it.

I mean I am just as excited as the next punter

About Marcon’s election, and the resistence

To the hard right

But honestly should I go upstairs and tell them off?

So its 5.30 am

I wake to an argument between the kid and the mother

“Enough boobie”

 “no my boobie”.

On it goes.

And the asthmatic wheezing of my wife

Who has had an old cat sit on her half the night

Whilst a toddler was giving her a nipple cripple.

I thought my night was tough.

So its 7.15am

My son has stolen my iphone

So he can sit up at night after everyone has gone to bed

And watch shit on youtube.

When he has a naplan test today

And is dead tired.

First world problems.