'No!' said the baby

No, no no!

with apologies to the author of Rattletrap car 😉

Small has entered a new phase. He is adoring school. He is coming out with new words there – mainly names of other children, which is new behaviour in and of itself. He is smily and happy and cooperative, and everyone loves him.

But not at home. At home, with me, the smallest request results in a screaming tantrum of a scale only previously seen in a large well known toy retailer. This morning we had a tantrum about getting dressed (and I wasn’t minded to take him out in the cold in last nights nappy and his pjs, and I wasn’t about to cancel the dentist appt again!), we had a tantrum about something I can’t remember, we had another when I got him to school, then one when I turned up to pick him up. Basically, he doesn’t want the status quo to change. I’m assuming that it’s partially a reaction to everything changing around him, partly related to his age, probably contributed to by his communication difficulties, and definitely exacerbated by his continual tiredness. I daresay my own tiredness doesn’t help, but the lie-in this morning should have pulled today back, and I’m not commuting (though still working) on Friday, so that should help too.

And Big, how is she coping with all of this? Well, she’s not overly happy. What she wants is me at home. What she can’t have right now is me at home. 🙁 She’s OK with school two days, if we can up the ration of metime the rest of the week, and we’re working on it. Not that this morning worked desperately well, she didn’t want to cooperate with me working at all. That will *have* to change.

Oh, and I’ve gone right off cats. Merry, it wasn’t me last night. The smell that is. After I’d been and showered, it still smelled. Eventually I crawled around the floor and found a patch that the cat had apparently decorated when he’d been accidentally left in the other night. So I dealt enthusiastically with that with the vanish, then went to bed.

And couldn’t understand it when it still smelled this morning 🙁 So I explored further, and found the other half of his business. Bleargh. On some of Harry’s clothes – Big was terribly upset. So there was lots of washing, scrubbing and disinfecting, and several rude words uttered in the cat’s direction. But it doesn’t smell in here any more, and the floor is an awful lot more clean than it was beforehand!

Right, must go eat. Probably ought to nano. Think I’m going to set my personal aim for half the standard total. Yes, I’m wimping out. Oh well. Sanity, and family, have to come first.