The Singing Alarm Clock
It is 7.15am and I am snuggled under the doona. The wind is blowing a gale outside and it is pouring with rain. “Another 15 minutes”, I think to myself. “Then I’ll be ready to start the day.” Who am I kidding?
I drift off again into a half snooze.
From the other end of the house I catch a few snippets of something through my doziness…
“We are the Champions, we are the Champions!”
Surely I am imagining things.
“No time for losers, for we are the Champions…”
No, it’s definitely singing!
“Of the world!”
The Munchkin has woken up singing – Queen of all things…
Normally it is he who does the calling out – “Good morning Mum!”, but today it is my turn. “Good morning, Munchkin”, I call. He takes a short break to acknowledge my greeting before bursting into another song – something from Abba this time.
My work here is done!
Today I am grateful.
Image: A very young Munchkin impersonating Elton John (after watching an episode of The Muppets). The drumstick microphone was his invention!
