Tuesday 21 August 2012

Growing up fast

It is not every Monday morning that I am greeted at the gate by four little piggy smiles when I am about to set off to work, but yesterday was one such.

Butter wouldnt melt ...

The day had already had a slightly hectic quality thanks to an early run to the station with the General, and breakfast for the B&Bs, and Princess Bunchy doing a Sleeping Beauty impression beyond the point of amusement and into the zone where parental blood pressure is elevated to a level considered a risk to health.

Pigs on the run

And time was running on apace to the extent that I could not delay my departure for work if I wanted to arrive at the office at a time which would still be within the bounds of decency, and indicative of a certain willingness, if not quite enthusiasm, for work.

So I had to dismiss anxious thoughts about the impermeability of the hedge between the field and the road, and the adventurousness of pigkind . . . [How could four sweet little scraps like this, so meek and mild and shy, turn into the rumbustious quartet we have today, in the space of six short weeks?]

Sweet babies

All I could do was foam at the mouth enough to force a promise from the Head Chef that he would abandon his domestic duties and buy a new battery for the electric fence and turn the dial high enough to provide a deterrent to our resident escape artists.

New friends?
 By this stage in the proceedings,  I was also beginning to feel that I preside over a disappointingly ill-regulated household, both inside and out, as Princess Bunchy had risen from her couch and descended into the kitchen still wearing yesterday's clothes, albeit slightly crumpled from twelve hours' sleep. [This is not a rare occurrence - I am wondering where I went wrong.]

It was actually a relief to get to work. I think the lesson here is that if you are not enamoured of your employment, and dread Monday mornings, just ensure that you maintain a high enough level of domestic disarray that your place of work seems a place of peace and orderliness in comparison. I am feeling waves of gratitude, just like Soulemama, at the thought.

Happy days!








21 comments:

Katy Cameron said...

Sounds like work was the great escape there lol

Thrifty Household said...

Those pigs have such lovely markings- which breed are they?

Marigold Jam said...

Good that you have some form of escape and even better that your escape provides a certain cash benefit too! I am sure you didn't go wrong if we were honest I dare say most of us mothers would have similar stories about wondering where we went wrong and yet probably it is nothing more than normal behaviour in our young! Those little piggies look so cute but I guess they are actually destined for bacon or chops?!

Elizabethd said...

Mmmm, I do remember those days, the rush to work, the recalcitrant teen.....but no pigs, fortunately!

Anonymous said...

Well done you on coming up with a solution for the Monday morning blues, patent it quickly! ;)
Love the new header. :)
Vivienne x

Lola Nova said...

Oh dear, outmatched by a gaggle of adorably be-speckled pigs and a sleeping beauty! Good heavens, what adventures you do get up to! Glad to hear a note of amusement in your voice, or is that just me chuckling away at your expense? Any how, you did put a smile on my mug.

Silly piglets!

Sue said...

How well I recognise the thought that by 9 a.m. one feels as though a whole day's work has been done!

Glad you had those lovely little piggy smiles to bring a cheer to the morning.

**Anne** said...

Those little pigs certainly are cute, I love their markings. May peace reign supreme in your world of work, family and animals.
Anne xx

Anonymous said...

Oh those pigs! They're sweet. I hope they are not going to become food...
I remember those days when I had to rush to work, and miss them a little bit. Now having my own shop, I don't have to rush anymore. Your princess will grow and loose the habit of sleeping on the couch completely clothed, you'll see...

dragonfly said...

Hmmmm, I have similar teen here but no piglets. Which is a crying shame!

Your new blog header is absolutely gorgeous.

Tangled Sweetpea said...

Oh but don't they just have such innocent faces :) what breed are your piggy wigs? They are very pretty.
Victoria xx

menopausalmusing said...

Stunning header! Errant piggies would most definitely not make for a peaceful morning, I am sure. I do hope that battery was bought and set to work "pronto"!

harmony and rosie said...

Ah, the joys of parenthood, I have the teenage years to come. All too soon sadly!
Your new header really is beautiful.

Canadian Abroad said...

I'd happily leave this house for a place of work just for peace. But in two weeks time the school run and activity taxi commences once again. Not sure if I am happy to be going back to routine or not - but it will be quieter around here. I dream of them sleeping until noon as that would mean no arguing before lunch. Bliss!

Nicky said...

Aw cute but mischievous looking porkers! Looks like you made the right choice - hope all was well when you got back!

Helen Philipps said...

Your new header is stunning! Ah those teenage years....I remember them well! And they do pass, eventually....:)
Helen x

millefeuilles said...

How glorious! You're back I see!

Utterly marvellous.

Stephanie

Mrs. Micawber said...

But the piggies look so pleased with themselves....

I hope the day got better. (And just think of how many less pyjamas you'll have to launder if P.B. continues to recycle daywear as nightwear.)

Little Blue Mouse said...

Those little piggies are so cute!

I love your header by the way.

justjill said...

Just wait, in a few years time she will be looking down her nose at you and telling you what to wear,, drink, eat, not to et al.
Just concentrate on those lovely pigs! For now....

Crafty Green Poet said...

what lovely piggies!

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