Tuesday, 6 March 2012
So here I am sat, with Mickey Mouse singing about the joys of the day while my son bobs up and down dancing in excitement. I'm thinking that I can't even remember a time when my day didn't start with Mickey Mouse or Peppa pig. In fact I wasn't actually thinking that then, I'm thinking that now. Because at early o'clock when my son seems to rise, my brain seems unable to function. It's like one long brain fart until the caffeine kicks in in the morning.
So there I am sat, my hair literally sticking on end as if I've touched an electric socket after washing my hands. I fell in to exhausted sleep before removing my make up last night so I've got panda eyes and some of my eye lashes are stuck together (curtosey of a thick ''revolutionary' mascara-cheers). In fact they are so stuck together that when I first woke up, I thought I'd gone blind in one eye as I couldn't open it. So there I am, yesterdays make-up smeared on my face, major hair issues and I've just firghtened the living daylights out of my postman, I apologise to his family for any long term damage he may suffer after being faced with me at early o'clock. It's not a pretty sight.
Anyway, there I am rocking back and forth on the sofa (strangely in time to the Mickey Mouse music) when down comes that lightening bolt and causes my mind to come alive. Ok well not quite, I just realised I hadn't checked my lottery ticket from the weekend.
In the midst of my early morning grumpiness, being full of hate for the world just because I was awake-my mind began to drift off to my favourite place of all...my lottery winning world. I pictured the house I would buy, with lots of bedrooms for all the children I would have because now I could afford to have loads rather than a couple. I pictured my house (ok mansion) adorned with the beautiful furniture I see in John Lewis and Selfridges, the sort I dribble over and recoil in shock at when I see the price tag. I see me and all my friends and family on the holiday of a lifetime to Florida, all the kids running wild around Disney Land and watching my little boy's face as he see's 'the real' Mickey Mouse. I can even see him peeing his pants (nappy) in excitement over it.
Then I see my lavish wedding. The type with a custom made dress which makes everyone faint at it's beauty with my matching designer, custom made shoes with those extra special red souls. I picture my dream wedding venue which nearly made my heart stop when I found out how much it costs to get married there and realised I had more chance of saying my nuptuals at the Little Chef. I picture all our wedding day photo's being at this place and the finer details that would cost an arm and a leg but that wouldn't matter because I had won the lottery and could afford everything I ever wanted.
Then the cars, the holidays, the shopping. Oh dear Lord the shopping. It's all flashing before my eyes as I grapple (still half asleep, although eyes a little brighter) in my handbag between the nappies, baby wipes and tampons (have you seen the state of a mums handbag these days?!) and find my ticket...
Twenty seconds later and my dream world vanishes as I realise I didn't even have so much as more than one number on any of my three lines. The bitter taste it leaves in my mouth as I watch my beautiful dream world disintergrate and drift away, takes me back to my early morning dislike for the world.
It's then I realise that Joshua has poured an entire box of shreddies all over my kitchen floor while I've been busy fantasising and I am firmly back in reality. Hair on end and all.
A girl can dream huh?!
Love Chloe xx