I'm feeling tired, weary and, as babies do when they lack sleep, I feel like crying so that someone will hear me and put me to bed with a beautiful lullaby. I remember I actually had this lullaby ever since I can remember, it was Brahms' lullaby on a very colourful clock in my twin's and my bedroom. We loved dad tucking us in, switch off the lights, and play this lullaby for us. And perhaps I was just three when this happened, but I still think of it, and it's such a nice, warm feeling. So there you have it, I was being exposed to classical music at such a young age. No wonder all I ever wanted was to play music.
But I feel too funny to be able to describe it. It's not PMS, just something else, which I have to first figure out what. I am drained, mentally tired and it's not as if I were doing construction work this morning. Sometimes bed is boring, other times it's bliss. And sometimes you just feel like going into the womb again, without any worries. But doing just that is impossible, it would kill my small-framed mum! So will have to do with just a bed for tonight.
But I feel too funny to be able to describe it. It's not PMS, just something else, which I have to first figure out what. I am drained, mentally tired and it's not as if I were doing construction work this morning. Sometimes bed is boring, other times it's bliss. And sometimes you just feel like going into the womb again, without any worries. But doing just that is impossible, it would kill my small-framed mum! So will have to do with just a bed for tonight.
