lullaby, the smith's way

i’m not one to really enjoy putting chaeli down for bedtime.

i know… i’m one of THOSE mothers… the type that is always one or two steps ahead so when i’m doing one task, i’m thinking of what needs to be done later on in the evening. in other words, while putting chaeli to sleep, i am usually thinking, okay… after this, i have to go work out. then i have to do dishes, get lunch ready for tomorrow, clean up the living room… and empty out the garbage

of course, i remember the days when chaeli was just a baby and i was on maternity leave. perhaps because there was no rush to get things ready for the next day, i allowed myself to enjoy our bedtime ritual.

and it was peaceful… because after reading her a book or two, i would turn the night off, cradle her in my arms, and feed her her bottle as we listened to music in the dimly lit room.

last night, i was quite sleepy and relaxed right before her bedtime. and so while singing to her, as i rocked her in my arm. i felt my eyes lids getting heavy as i sang to her.

it was sweet. for that moment, i enjoyed holding her, even though, she no longer fits in the comforts of my arm, but insteads, drapes herself across my torso, resting the side of her head against my chest. she was warm, which made it even more relaxing.

i sang her the usual lullabies… but ended with some smiths and depech mode.

after all, there’s nothing wrong with adding some coolness to our bedtime routine.

Take me out tonight
Where there’s music and there’s people
Who are young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven’t got one anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people
And I want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh please don’t drop me home
Because it’s not my home, it’s their home
And I’m welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes in to us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well the pleasure, the privilege is mine

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