Whistle Man, Oh Bid Dai & 3:30am

Monday 2/23/09 ~  late afternoon:

C: "Mom, will you sing the Whistle Man song?"

Me: "The what song?"

C: "The WHISTLE MAN SONG!"

Me: franctically going through my mental rolodex of kid songs and not coming up with anything that could be construed as the "whistle man song."  "Um, C?  How does the "whistle Man Song" go?

C: totally annoyed that I even have to ask.  "Ugh, this is how how it goes: Whistle Man, he plays one, he plays knick knack on this thumb, with a knick knack patty whack, give that dude a bone! Whistle Man goes rolling home."

Me: "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.  I see.  Whistle Man.  Not to be confused with "this old man."

Thursday 2/26/09 ~ Around 5:30pm, driving in the car, listening to the IPOD

C: "Hey, Mom - lets listen to the "Oh Bid Dai" song.  

Me: Oh great.  Another mystery song.  Thinking I'm way better off cutting to the chase and asking what in the world she's talking about.  "C - how does the Oh Bid Dai song go?

C: "Ooooooooooooooh Bid Dai!  Tell me I'm the ony one, and then I might, never be the lonely one."

Me: "Oh, you mean "Hold Me Tight" by the Beatles.  Hahaha.  Sure thing dude."

Friday 2/27/09 ~ 3:30am

I'm so asleep.  The fingers of unconsciousness are cradling my brain.  I am about 10 feet under right now.  I'm laying on my stomach with my head buried in my pillow.  I start to dream that the radio is on and I'm listening to the music.  Except I'm really irritated.  I'm not sure I want to listen to the music.  Suddenly, the logical part of my brain starts floating towards the surface of awareness.  Nooooooooooooo!  I want to stay asleep.  Please don't do this!  I'm frantically trying to shut out the ceaseless, tinny-sounding music that is echoing in my head and bouncing off my frontal lobe.  It doesn't work.  Its like I finally break through the muddy water and surface after being held in the warm, dark, comfortable barely-alive sleep phase.  Except I'm mad about it.  Really mad.  I look at the clock and it's 3:30am.  I hold as still as possible and yes - there it is.  The faint, high-pitched reason for my annoyance.  I keep listening, intent on figuring out which electrical appliance is plugged in somewhere in my house and why it turned on.  And then, it hits my sleep-induced fuzzy brain.  That is not an appliance.  That is a human voice, actually singing songs.  And not just any songs.  ABBA songs.  I can distinctly hear, "if you change your mind, I'm first in line.  Honey I'm still free, take a chance on me.  If you need me, let me know, gonna be around.  If you have no place to go and you're feeling down."  That song ends and another begins: "Money, money, money, always sunny, in a rich man's world  . . . . . . "

That does it.  I jump out of bed, walk down the hall to C's room.  And yes, there she is.  With her LED booklight, putting on her own version of a laser light show to ABBA music.  Singing her heart out.  I stand there, dumbfounded and finally find the courage/nerve/audacity to ask her what in the world she is doing, singing ABBA songs at 3:30 am.  She told she "wanted too."  Hmmmm.  I asked if she needed to go potty.  She assured me she didn't.  I told her "no more singing.  It's in the middle of the night.  Go back to sleep."  I left and went back to my own warm bed.

Not 3 minutes later, there is that voice again!  "Super Duper Lights are gonna find you, even if you're number 1."  Unbelievable.  I bust my action into her room again, threaten her with her life and tell her that I'm going to throw away all her birthday presents, if she doesn't STOP IT!  She grudingly tells me that she'll quit.  

I finally drift back asleep WITHOUT abba ringing in my ears . . . . . . . .