We've dropped Tyson and Maki at the in-laws in Melbourne and Archie and Lewis at Aunty Jo's in Lara and we're on our way, Tania and I, towards a child-free weekend to celebrate Tania's 40th birthday. And because this will be the first time we've spent two consecutive nights alone together since Archie was born, almost ten years ago, I'm already sporting a relaxed smile and a giggly attitude and enough erection to force my way into a threesome between Donald Trump and the Grollo brothers.
Maki and I drop Archie and Lewis at tennis practice and hightail it towards Tyson for the 4.30pm pickup and while we’re sitting in the last right-hand turning lane before Kindergarten, listening to I Like That by Richard Vission & Static Revenger, waiting for the green arrow, I glance in the rear vision mirror to see Maki’s eyes closing over and it’s like I’ve been flicked on the arse with a wet tea-towel because Maki has reached that age where even a microspasm of day-sleep will keep him awake for hours past his usual bedtime.
I was standing directly behind Maki and we were midway through the popular song Happy Birthday when his cake-spawned smile was replaced by a self-conscious frown.
Tania's watching Olympic Basketball, the Aussie Boomers versus China, on the telly.
I'm trying to work on the laptop.
But everytime the commentator says '...for China' I hear 'va gina'.
It's very distracting.
*Facebook Update August 2, 2012