why the library was shut an extra day.”
It wasn’t me agonising over it, but Big. I was irritated, to say the least, it took us nearly two hours to get library books read, rest of them found, library cards located, right shoes with right socks (sigh), and so on and so forth, and then driving past the library on the way to the carpark, it was all locked up!
Rude words. Big is needy atm, so anything going wrong is a trigger for much repetition of pondering and wondering as to the reasons, and I’m short on emotional energy to deal with it. Not a good combination.
Anyway, we made it to the post office and posted more bookbags (bookbags, lovely bookbags, get your bookbags here!) and Small was very good and didn’t try to leg it out of the open door. Grumpy woman behind the counter told him not to run about in case he fell over and hurt himself – not impressed. I mean, yes, he was running about, but I was keeping a very close eye on him, talking to him constantly, attracting his attention to things, getting him to put other things back – if she had a problem with him, surely it was obvious that she should address it with me as I was paying attention to him. Then another woman came out from behind the counter and we got into a conversation on signing, as he was discussing the cars in the display.
That reminds me, he was playing with his cart this morning, and we had a lovely long conversation about the various animals. He is now correcting his signs so that I think they are probably beginning to be clear to ppl who don’t know him – even banana is coming along. And the spoken words Bye and Daddy are definitely part of the vocabulary. So we’re making progress, slower than I’d like, but definite progress.
Oh, and Big’s quote of the day was when she got annoyed while watching a documentary about the jungle this afternoon – “why does the woman keep getting in the way, I can’t see the jungle!”
Shopping then home. Big was ever so helpful while out shopping – I went back to find eggs and left her getting things out of the trolley on to the conveyor belt thing, and got back to find the checkout woman had come round to help and they’d pretty much emptied the trolley. Well impressed with that kind of help from her – especially as there was another woman going round the shop with two children behaving atrociously and as they’d passed us the little girl had announced “I’m six and he’s 4”, and there was my five year old actually being helpful 🙂
Home, and Big very excited to go to bed in her new bedroom. We haven’t moved the second bed in yet, and Small was distraught to be put to bed in his usual place. Guess we might not struggle to move him out after all! Coo, could be about to get my bed back 🙂
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That thing about other adults (strangers) directing instructions etc. at children and ginoring the parents is something I’m noticing more and more. It’s a marked change since my older three were little, 12-15 years ago, and it amazes and horrifies me. I can only think it’s a direct result of the progressive separation of young children from their parents generally – so if a shopkeeper perceives a potential problem with or has info to convey to a small child, chances are s/he isn’t with their parent, but a childminder or nursery nurse – or if they are with their parent then the parent isn’t used to being with them all the time. I don’t see it as being a positive change that random strangers now see themselves as being responsible for the care and control of any and all young children.
The Council seems to like taking an extra day after bank holiday (at least they have done in other places I lived) – probably the same by you.