Today I got up at 6:22, shipped H8 to school, did an about turn, travelled 30 minutes back across town and returned promptly to my bed. With a blissful sigh I slept until 11:30. Sweet.
Today is of course, my “study day” but if I have to choose between study and sleep…well you know the outcome. I have discovered that I very much enjoy sleeping during the day: listening to people work while I snooze is very relaxing.
I was awoken by an SMS from my sister announcing that my other sister had delivered my first nephew for my perusal. Nice work sis! Now H8 gets his first male cousin who will idolise him and lend him money in years to come.
It’s her second baby so the reaction from me will be a little subdued. I believe in making a fuss about a first baby – call, send flowers, whatever. Baby number 2 is like – oh, another baby, good for you. But more than that and it just isn’t interesting any more.
A friend sent me a photo of her third baby recently and I must admit to not even looking at it. First of all, I know what a baby looks like. And secondly, I cannot drum up any enthusiasm for babies number 3 and up. Sorry, but I just can’t. I assume they will be largely similar to the other children in the family, and, indeed, to practically every other baby born that day.
Does this make me a bad person? Not that I care, really…
And now that I have gotten that off my chest, it’s time to study. But first a cappuccino-in-a-bag, a spot of Carmina Burana, a bath and a hour or so spent clipping finger and toe nails. A new uncle must look his best.