Today I have a guest post from the lovely Michaela of Five Frogs on a Blog. She is awesome. We bonded over spewing forth our personal stuff all over the internet. She is on Blogger. I am on WordPress. She writes a laugh your ass off blog and I write a neurosis is cool blog. She is from Melbourne and I am from somewhere in the Sydney-Newcastle sprawl. I’m not exactly sure where, but it’s where all the bogans are. She is not a mummy blogger. And I kind of am by default because ZOMG babies are cute. And because of all of that we thought we would combine forces and challenge everyone else for blog domination. Not really. Unless that’s what happens and then it its totally on purpose.
She tweets at @fivefrogsblog and facebook at FiveFrogsOnABlog. I made her write her own bio because I am lazy.
My purpose in life is to make you squirt coffee out your nose. I’m a Melbourne trainer, mother, blogger, idiot and all-round smart arse. Testing your pelvic floor muscles regularly (yours too, ladies).
The Child is a Science Kid. He loves it. So when we bought him a model of the solar system, he was THRILLED. It was a small one, with a light-up sun. It didn’t move but he was pretty excited regardless.
He played with it.
He admired it.
He dropped it.
He broke it.
I heard it hit the floor. The planets were scattered across his bedroom, at distances a lot farther from the sun than would be strictly scientifically accurate.
The current state of the solar system. Is it any wonder we’re in trouble?
Omnipotent higher universal beings that we are (ahem), we scooped up the planets and put the solar system back together. Thank dog each plastic planetary arm was longer than the last and the order wasn’t dependent on my astronomical knowledge. (Although, an opportunity to re-design the solar system could be fun. Bus trip to Venus, anyone?)
Like any self-respecting higher beings, we smugly admired our handiwork.
That’s when I realised something was wrong.
We were missing the moon.
We searched under his bed, in the corners of his room, amongst all the general 7-year-old-boy detritus. Nada. No moon.
Uhoh. That tiny, weeny plastic ball that had been attached to the Earth was gone forever. How would this affect the Earth? Would the solar system notice?
Today, the first human to walk on the moon died. Neil Armstrong, the most quiet of quiet achievers, was 82; the man who walked on the moon and then walked off into happy obscurity.
I’m guessing you, of all people, would have noticed the missing moon, Neil.
Your family has asked that when we see the moon, we think of you and give you a wink.
I’ll be winking up at the night sky whenever I can.
Goodbye Neil Armstrong (who thankfully walked on the moon BEFORE I vacuumed it up).