Sunday morning Bliss

"Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? Mama? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA? MAMA?”

“WHAT ?!?!”

“Are You awake ?”

That’s how Logan used to wake me up on a Sunday morning. That or he would come in and peel open my eye lid and whisper “Mama, are you awake?” That seems like such a long time ago! Now under his dad’s threat of death he doesn’t come into our room. Instead this morning he played a rousing game of "let’s slide as many hard plastic toys down my slide because it makes a great sound" game. Then giggling he’d thump down after them to retrieve the giant pile on the floor. I guess getting him a bed with slide attached was not a great idea.

It’s Sunday and the day of rest! I feel like I’ve been put through the ringer and am not looking forward to going to work tomorrow. Sadly I did not win the lottery this weekend. I guess it would have helped my chances even a little if I had purchased a ticket.

Our car is still broken down, which leaves us with only the minivan to get around in, which makes for some fun mornings. Scott has been working graveyards so it hasn’t been too bad except intensifying the mad morning rush. I’ve been taking the bus and skytrain, which my friend Shannon calls “the loser cruiser”, but I prefer to call it the “Public Limo”. I love the skytrain, I always get to sit next to interesting people. Like the person who sits down next to me in the crowded Skytrain and proceeds to take off their running shoes, which they have obviously been wearing for a very, VERY long time. Even my gagging beside them doesn’t deter their determination to air out their feet.

Although that rider is fun there is always the guy who comes on and is only wearing one shoe. I never ask where the other one went. My personal favourite though is the odd time I’m on and the train isn’t full and someone comes on, sits down next to me and starts talking to himself. Although at rush hour the train is rarely not full. I love when it’s so full you get to snuggle with a hundred of your closest strangers with myriad of bathing habits.

And I pay $9 bucks a day for the privilege.

Speaking of minivans, isn’t it funny how your life turns out? I remember when I first met Scott, he had some delusions back then. He stated quite firmly that he would NEVER live in Surrey (a suburb of Greater Vancouver with a reputation for loose women). He also insisted that he’d never own a minivan or when it came to kids he didn’t do puke. Not a week after we started dating he was down on his hands and knees helping me clean our friends beige carpet where Logan had just vomited from one end of the large hall to the other. Did I mention Logan had recently consumed chocolate milk?

Scott now lives in Surrey, owns a minivan and has four kids who do a variety of gross things that he has to deal with. Man was he deluded. I think he may also need medication soon! He’s actually made the transition from his past life of peaceful existence to this insane chaos we call life now. He only has a slight nervous twitch :P (And he managed to catch one of those loose women of Surrey – but I suppose I should have told him I’m loose due to the birthing of three children and not my morals....)