My baby loves to dance.
Week 22- in wake up
Argh another stressful week in our house. We’ve decided to move this weekend, and look into the business of renting my place out. My son has had tonsillitis and is on penicillin for the next ten days, with tonsils so big that I’ve been worried about when he sleeps in case he won’t be able to breathe. So in between, packing boxes, trips to the charity shop, trips to the recycling depot, putting stuff on ebay, two punctures, selling a sofa to someone in the next village, painting in the dark, cleaning, deciding your kettle or mine , going to meetings in the wrong place, helping B organise a stag do abroad for his best mate, being interviewed for uni, and dog walking -have I had time to dance!!!!!!?
My musical taste is random and I am very open minded but if I like something I will listen to it over and over to everyone else’s annoyance. I love anything from The Fall to Kenny Rodgers and anything in between. One of my favourite games is asking people what their Desert Island discs would be…. I think it can tell you something about that person and also it’s a lot of fun.
On Saturday night B and me had a catch up an evening of putting the world to rights over one or ahem three bottles of wine. I always make sure we switch the telly off and get some music on, and every time he went out of the room I had a little boogie. It’s such a release to just go for it. Who cares if the neighbours across the road sees a weird silhouette of a woman through the blinds dancing with wild abandon into the early hours? Ok, as I have got older I do try and keep it among friends as I’m sure the sight of me ‘dancing in the moonlight’ *tuuuunnne * would be enough to put anyone off their dinner.
When my boy was growing up, myself and my very good friend Lynne would meet up every Friday without fail in our alternative houses, for a catch up some food and some drinks and our boys would entertain themselves and often come in when it was getting time to go around half past ten to find us dancing around the breakfast bar with a broom or a mop instead of a man as we were both single ladies. They were the best nights, our boys were safe and happy and it was our way of keeping sane and celebrating getting through the week of single parenting and working full time and all that entails. Music has helped me a lot – when I was feeling lonely following a horrible divorce it could be an instant mood changer as long as it wasn’t Leonard Cohen.
So I am a big fan of the boogie and by reading everyone else’s blog this week it seems I am not the only one. I’ve loved reading everyone’s dancing joy. This week when the going got tough I had a little boogie in my head or whilst I was driving.
So just when I thought this week couldn’t get any more complicated I got a call about a viewing this weekend, Yeah, Yeah ( Mark) and I got accepted for the course *shocked face*, I’ll be tap dancing on my table if I sell my house. Please keep your fingers crossed for me whilst doing a little jig.