I’m not sure if I have mentioned this before, but I felt
like I ought to properly share the mysterious magical song that has saved my butt more times than the “Recall Email” button.
Mysterious because I can’t for the life of me work out why
it has such an instant and dramatic impact. It’s not even a lullaby! IT’S NOT
EVEN IN ENGLISH!!
I can’t remember why, but at some point early in the days of
rocking my infant son to sleep I worked out that there was one song that seemed
to fit perfectly with my natural sway, and also had a dramatic impact on the
level of woes being inflicted on my ears. I used it pretty much every night for
the first 2 years of his life until I was physically unable to hold the lanky
malcontent and was in imminent danger of going into labour with his sister when
I tried.
Co sleeping meant we didn't have the same need to sing Esme
to sleep, so the song wasn't rolled out until fairly recently when she has
suddenly become unwilling to accept that the day is over and chooses to channel
Linda Blair on my ass. In desperation I turned once again to this song and I’ll
be damned if it didn't have the same instant punch-in-the-gut winded silence
effect as it does on her brother.
This magical song?
A song originally about murderous smugglers and now sung by
Mexican football fans and drunk Spaniards the world over.
Anyone even a tiny bit surprised?
Post a Comment
I am all about the friendly conversation so I would love you to leave me your thoughts. I will look after them, promise, and I will always reply because nobody wants a lonely comment.
If you want to have more occasionally amusing conversations in your life, you can always sign up to receive my posts direct to your mailbox.