Trumpet Alarm

While for the first time I enjoyed an early, not much of a disturbed night, thanks to these old bones being good, for a change, I wake to what sounds like a trumpet in my ear.

At first I turn my head to the left side, thinking I must be dreaming and smile back to sleep.Then next thing I know I have my 14 year old very loud, energetic nephew jumping on my bed,
'Auntie, Auntie lets play football' my delicate old head, still half a sleep struggles to comprehend whats been said, never mind my poor tender ears, trying to drown out the, what seemed like a trumpet sound it seems Carlton is screeching at me. 'Yes, er'm yes ok sweet, let me have 10 minutes more sleep first' I mumble back at him, hoping he would get bored with old auntie's slow pace and amuse himself like I did when I was a wee lass, out on the pavement with only a bag of my brothers marbles, throwing them at the wall to see which one would roll back towards me first, of course I always won no matter what, being on my own, but that didn't worry me, I was alone but having fun, oh,the good old days.

'Auntie auntie please I'm bored''er,er ok Sweet let me get dressed, but it better not be before 9 young man' ' thanks auntie your the best' ' yes remember that next time I have to tell you off'.

He smiles at me with a cheeky, you know you love me, and I can wrap you round my finger look, and he was right, I am firm but fair when had to be, but would not go over board or tell him off for little things like not tidying up his room, I told all my nephews when they started to stop over mine when they were little,'I would like you to tidy the room up after you use it, but if you don't, you sleep in the mess next time you stop' which usually works since getting older, as they like coming over and using my xbox 360 live console, which they don't have at their parents house, its usual the surfing champions game, there so competitive, but it means we all play so least we have fun and exercise, which I need badly.

'Carlton you little devil, its only 7.15 and a Sunday morning'. 'is it auntie Rose, sorry I didn't know' I was so tempted to get back in bed and thought about locking Carlton in my empty store cupboard, but thought best not encase I get arrested, I thought to myself as looking at Carlton, of course I would never do that.

'Ye ye, I bet you didn't cheeky monkey, some of us work and cherish Sunday morning lie-ins,' 'yes sorry auntie but your the best goalie around and for a woman' 'oi, any more comments like that and I will take my hot cup of tea and packet of pink wafer biscuits back to bed and watch a dvd in bed'.

He gave me that cheeky teenager grin again but added those sad puppy eyes I always said he gave since he was a baby, usually when he was tired rather than up to no good, or lied, and I didn't really mind, but I love my only day off, 'comfy rest day' I called it, and especially sleep until after 9am. So with all my aching bones and eyes still only half opened as they still not focused properly, I put on my long black mack over my very baggy blue and white pajamas, which have cows on them.( yes I know what your thinking, but honestly they were brought for Christmas, granny Mavis, bless her, I always smile and think fondly of granny Mavis when I wear them, she told me on the day she brought them, she had to fight through a 3 hour's worth of que's just because she wanted to buy me these particular pajamas, and it was the only item in her basket, I told her not to bother when she made a point of calling me 3 times while in the que, but as you can tell, she got them.) so armed with these unforgettable pajamas under a black mack, and hard wearing blue slippers, and no cows on them I am glad to had, hair rushed back in a pony no combing, and yes I said rushed back not brushed, with Carlton there is no time to have a wee, never mind get dressed properly, and to be honest I am hoping he will get bored like he normal does in 15 minutes even at theme parks.

I don't know things you do for kids, even when there not your own hey.