Pitter patter

The sound of rain woke me up this morning. Wonderful, blessed wet rain. Not a drizzle but a great big downpour. A welcome relief after the sticky days we've had for the last week. Despite the temptation to stay in bed and enjoy the sound I slipped out of bed and went to close the bathroom windows down the passage, not because there was any chance of the rain wetting the bathroom, just the chance the Boy might subconsciously hear the sound of running water and wet his bed. It hasn't happened yet but I'm not chancing it.


Climbing back into bed I managed to doze a little longer, until I heard a pitter patter of another kind. The Boy had padded into our room with his arms full of an assortment of teddies and bunnies. Clambering over me with a well placed knee to my bladder (my morning would be incomplete without one of those) he tucked himself between the Darling Husband and I. Requesting a bottle of cooldink he looks at me expectantly. Being in an accommodating mood (strange for a Monday morning)  I pulled myself up the stairs and poured the juice and made my way back to a bed of warmth and wriggly bunnies.


He lay beside me gazing at me with a twinkle in his blue eyes while sucking noisily on his bottle. I know he is getting too big for a bottle but it still affords me some quiet snuggle time. I run my hands up his beautiful strong little legs and he giggles when I give his boudjies* a squeeze. I'm sure the manufacturers of kids clothing make the pyjama shorts this short for this very reason. His skin is so soft and warm. He snorts with mirth when my fingers continue their walk up his back and tickle his sides.


The empty bottle is handed to me with the instruction to feed the blue teddy closest to me. I aim the teat at the bear's face only to be corrected by an insistent "no, Mommy, dere!" With the teat on target and the bear successfully "suckling' he gives me another bemused look and an expression of what must be "I can make you do anything when I'm so cute".


But time is ticking and I need to haul my ass out of bed and take a trip to the shower. But my morning is never as quick or simple as that. I manage to get waylaid into a session of puzzles while trying to dress the Boy. I am also asked to check out his assembly of cars including his new collection of Disney cars. Apparently Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck and Goofy have their own sets of wheels, quite cute actually.

I finally make it to the bathroom and through closed doors I can hear The Boy squealing with laughter as he and Dad wrestle and tickle on the bed.


Eventually we are ready with bags packed, clothes on the right way round and my hair semi "done" we can get going in the process of going to school and to work. The heavens are still mostly grey and not quite done with bestowing their contents on the town below and my windscreen wipers are put on to the fastest setting. The Boy is safely delivered to his classroom just in time for breakfast with his posse of mates. With a grin and a kiss blown my way he disappears into the dining room.


Driving to work is one of my quiet times, to maybe think about what the week might hold, to send up some prayers and just get my head right. The rain is still pounding the earth, its the sort of rain that hits the ground so hard that it ricochets back up. Rounding the bend on the mountain pass I am treated to the sight of the most beautiful double rainbow spanning the slopes of the Cape Town mountains.
The rainbow stays with me as I get to work, reminding me of His promise of  a good day and many more to come, rain or shine.

This isn't the mountain pass I refer to but a good pic of the piece of peninsula I get to travel each day
*I love Cape Town!

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*buttocks - for my English readers