Long Time, No Post!

So it's been a while since I blogged. A long while.
I have a really good reason for that, I promise. And that really good reason is this -

I am absolutely and utterly exhausted. Tired. Worn out. Run down. In desperate need of sleep.

(Plus I always seem to have a baby on my lap which makes my 2 finger stype typing a little more challenging than normal. It's a gamble if I choose to use fingers on both hands at the same time - the more I type, the greater the lean Gavin gets up, and the faster I attempt to hit those keys and get a few more words in before I have to stop him from tumbling off my lap. So I prop him up against me, find his almost-non-existant centre of gravity again - and we do it over. Add in frequent dummy replacements, knee jiggling and back-patting to encouraging burping, and it all just gets too difficult and I refuse to type anything longer than a few status updates on Facebook!)

But I can actually prove that I truly am super-tired at the moment. And my proof does not involve endless stories of multiple baby-led night wakings; breastfeeding 3 year olds who have named my "girls" after his favourite trains (Thomas on the left and Percy on the right!); nightmares about Iggle Piggle and Buzz Lightyear; bed wettings; toilet training the Boombah and a husband who decides to disappear to the wilds of Africa right when the time comes to teach Son #4 to use the toilet ........

No, my proof of total Mummy exhaustion is a short tale about a happening on the highway today. (it's all safe and ends well, fear not!) Whether it's true or not, I'll leave to your own discretion -I'll share the story but am not willing to totally humiliate myself by stating it is fact....just in case the Rooster reads this (they actually do HAVE internet in Africa, sometimes!) and decides to use it as fodder for stirring me up for the next, oh, 40 years or so!

So.... I MAY have been taking a bit of a trip today, which MAY have required me to spend about an hour and a half on the road, in multi-laned traffic. (not my forte)
And I MAY have been driving quietly along, minding my own business, when I noticed a truck beside me wanting to merge into my lane. Now I MAY have braked to let him do so before realising that he was also towing a large trailer and the options were either he was going to merge successfully - into me - or I was going to need to move.
Now I MAY have been reasonably quick thinking at this moment, and indicated my intnetion to switch lanes and give the truck some space; and I MAY have moved over quickly and let the truck merge.

At this point, the truck driver MAY have waved his arm out the window to me, to acknowledge my quick thinking and speedy reflexes, and in gratitude for my foresight and efforts to ensure his safe and timely journey continued.
I MAY have appreciated the gesture and smiled back, hoping he could see me in his mirror, as I was slightly behind him.

He MAY have waved again out his window at me, which MAY have left me thinking he did not see my beaming smile. So I MAY have nodded to him.

And I MAY have driven along merrily for a few moments, grinning and nodding at this friendly truck driver, and thinking how lovely this whole situation was. I MAY have felt a little like I was in a convoy - me and my "truck" (OK, so it's really an 8 seater people mover, but it FEELS like a truck when it comes to parking!) being accepted with open arms and friendly gestures by truckers across the country.
I MAY have imagined my new friend was on his 2 way radio right now, sharing his good fortune to merge in front of me with his colleagues, and telling them to keep an eye out for me and my blue bus, and ensure I also experienced a safe and timely journey.

I MAY have had my thoughts interrupted when I noticed he'd waved again. So, not wanting to appear rude, I MAY have smiled even more broadly and waved back. Enthusiastically.

Picture for a moment - a glass eyed mother commandeering a blue bus that is empty of children but overflowing with carseats, prams, McDonalds wrappers, plastic toys and books; grinning like the Chesire cat and waving enthusiastically at the truck driving in the lane beside her, nodding her head and mouthing the words "no worries mate"!






And at about that moment, I MAY have actually realised the driver of the truck was actually enjoying a cigarette, and was regularly reaching his arm out the window to tap off the ash!!