The title of this post implies it might be a brag about Little O finding her vocabulary at 14 months old and maybe even quoting a few lines from Shakespeare. But no.
The ‘first words’ I’m referring to are the opening lines of each day, the first words spoken between parents in households all over the world, including mine.
Have you ever thought about your first words each morning?
Niceties such as ‘hello’ and ‘good morning’ aside, I’ve recently been observing our half-awake conversations in the Mum’s Hideout household and discovered the dawn of a new day could be welcomed by Mr O and I in any one of the following ways:
After an uncharacteristically quiet night (i.e. less than 3 wakings from Little O): ‘what on earth is going on?’
‘I heard mooing noises in the middle of the night’ (turns out it was coming from the activity table)
‘Do you remember what it was like to sleep a full night?’
‘I had a weird dream about Iggle Piggle’
‘I wish it was the weekend’ (most weekdays)
‘I’ve got a piece of Lego embedded in my foot’
‘Tea? Yes please’
‘I can’t see anything out of the window’ (fog)
‘I can’t see anything out of the window’ (sand storm)
‘I was going to go running but…’ (insert any one of a thousand reasons)
‘Why is the cereal box in the fridge?’
‘I think she’s filled her nappy’.
My personal favourite: ‘why is there a giraffe down the toilet?’
I’m pretty sure we can’t be the only ones to indulge in such random and sometimes surreal morning chatter.
I’m going to make a conscious effort from now on to make my first words more positive, life-affirming and constructive. If I get more than 6 hours of sleep, that is. Until then, I’ll continue to stumble on with my hair sticking out at 90 degrees and be thankful my husband is as random as I am.
How do you start your day?