15/4: Music for Monday…

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It’s day one of school holidays round these parts and so far, we’re travelling along pretty well. For the record, there have been no fights. No yelling or whining. Just calm waters and smooth sailing so far.

This state of affairs isn’t due to any superior mothering skills on my part nor is it because I’ve taken drastic preventative measures of sewing my kids lips together in the quest for domestic peace. No, far easier than that and a lot less bloody. Think ‘divide and conquer’ and you’d be closer to the truth. I had the opportunity to off-load one child (Son#2) to a mate’s house for the night yesterday and like any sane woman with two children at home 24/7 for the next almost-three-weeks, I grabbed that baby with BOTH HANDS. You never look a gift horse in the mouth during the holidays, I always say. Especially when your kids don’t go back to school until MAY THE FIRST. Give me strength.

Consequently, the Ninja Boy and I have enjoyed a lovely day hanging out together, one-on-one. We took Spencer for a walk and shot the breeze, talking about the things he’d like to do during the holidays (movies, ten-pin bowling and having his friends over for a sleepover) plus we kept an eye out for any wild rabbits lurking in the underbrush. Our local heritage park has loads of them and I see them quite often when walking through. The Ninja Boy was very curious to know if perhaps they knew the Easter Bunny. “If we see one, we’ll ask,” I told him. Naturally, Spencer was extremely keen to say hello to any rabbit game enough to stick their nose out but alas, they were less than enthusiastic and remained stubbornly hidden from view. The Easter Bunny is safe for now.

I’m just not that in to you, Spence. Sorry.

So here we are – it’s Monday – and that means it’s music time at WSDN. We’ve just started watching a new season of The Voice at Chez WSDN and I totally love it (the repetitive editing not withstanding). The blind audition phase has seen some incredible vocal performances so far with great song choices from most contestants. Including this little pearler, yes, it’s another oldie but man-oh-man, it’s such a goodie. Some songs just stand the test of time, don’t they?

The only boy who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes he was, he was, ooh he was

Dusty Springfield – Son of a preacher man

Happy Monday, everyone.

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Former wild-child of the 80’s, classic rock fan and loyal friend to a particularly awesome group of people. Forever planning to write more. Fervently wishes she lived at the beach. Loves the mighty All Blacks. Rather partial to a cheeky glass of red.

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