Miranda and Me

Everyone wants to be Carrie or Samantha and on a Sunday when they are cooking their roast dressed in white, oven mitt and pearls on, they want to be Charlotte.  Me, I’m full-time Miranda.

We compared notes during the movie where they all go to a NY Fashion Week show and Miranda asks if this is what the other three had been doing every Saturday while she was in Brooklyn.  Her response, like mine would be, was that she always had the best seats in the mammal show at the zoo.

We share similar traits, both have professional slave jobs, both have children (she has Steve, so that evens out with my two), she sometimes feels left out of her circle and she is strong, funny, charismatic and, at times, quite feisty.  Allegedly.

I dragged the kids out to the Sydney Festival last week and had a great old time.  I even planned ahead enough and borrowed a double pram so I didn’t have to carry the boys when they got tired.

We planned to make the 2pm opening of Kids First -“ which was great.  The Leaping Loonies were excellent, though my eyes kept looking down at the three men’s wobbly bits as they jumped up and down.  My eldest cheered and clapped wildly, especially when they mock collided and jumped on each other, all sweaty and hot … er, maybe that was me again..

I even let the boys run wild and join the other kids in a fountain down in Hyde Park.  There was so much fun to be had in water, especially when you run around and fall over onto the copper water shoot, thus opening up my eldest son’s knee.

Being such a brave boy, he let the slow-moving 12-year-old St John’s guy wash it in saline before I rocketed the pram up William St to St Vincent’s Emergency.

Heaving and sweating at the triage, I found out that St Vincent’s is for adults only, no kids allowed.  A fact I did not know.

With blood and an upset child, a father can turn into a rabid dog within seconds.  I walked out in such disbelief that I retained my fireball explosion and drove to the family doctor.

Holding my youngest son and distracting my eldest with my hat and goofy face distortions I watched the doctor cut off the now excess skin flap.  At first I noticed the room was quite hot and then thought, why is the room starting to spin like that?  I looked away just in time.

My friends saw some great concerts and had a mighty night out as expected, but I had front row seats in the best tent of them all -” watching my brave son getting bandaged up with my other little man on my hip looking down, smiling at his big brother.