Thursday, 23 April 2009
Cute smile, cheeky face, very affectionate, works hard at school...only catch...has BIG mouth and NO volume control....
Yep, its official, any takers, I'm done, Deion has mortally embarrassed me for the last time...
He had a hospital appointment yesterday, ENT...local (unfortunately) packed waiting room (even more unfortunately).
About an hour into our wait, Deion, out of the blue...pipes up..."Mum, did you have a bad dream last night"
"No, Dee, why do you ask?"
Stupid, stupid, stupid me for asking!!!
"Cos I heard you moaning"
You know where this is going don't you???
I am well aware at this point that the whole waiting room and all the staff, receptionist and the man delivering mail is listening intently.
"Shh, Dee, we'll talk later."
"Because I said so."
"Okay, I was just asking, cos I heard you laugh, then you moaned, and I think you accidental hit daddy too, cos he moaned..."
I am DYING at this point!
I am vaguely aware of Deion giving me my own tried and tested advice on how to deal with bad dreams, but I can't listen as I am too busy trying to crawl under my chair...
Note to self...soundproof bedroom...scrap that...separate bedrooms, may as well, cos I can guarantee Dave is NOT coming ANYWHERE near me until the children have all left home!!!
Also, find another doctor...hospital...how easy is it to move out of the area completely???