Tried to get a bit of paperwork done this morning, well, finally managed to fill in the latest batch of stuff for the solicitors for the car accident from last year, then could I find an envelope? Could I ….insert rude word of your choice here….. And dd decided that she would hinder my efforts despite the fact I’d explained that I was going to do paperwork, then we’d have lunch, then we’d go out. Hadn’t mentioned to her that the Nick Jr live show was on, but fully intended going to see it. Didn’t dare mention it as knew she would lose it completely. Anyway, managed to fill in forms for Nectar card, rang to order water butt trial kit from Severn Trent offer (tried to find a link, but there doesn’t seem to be one 🙁 ), and that was about it.
Lunch, and then I really started to lose it. Dd was being rude and a pest, and just trying to do things like getting bags together and change ds’ nappy and so on and I was starting to fume. Got out of the house eventually, but too late for the show I’d intended us to make at 2pm. From what I can gather, must have missed Kirsty by minutes!
Pottered around and found the various bits I was looking for, plus a bargain of cheap bubble envelopes in the pound shop. So if I ever unpack the 500 books from the dining room for selling, I’ve got some packaging…
Watched the Nick Jr show, really displeased with the way Kevin (the *real* Kevin!) talked down to the kids. All this stuff I’m reading online keeps making me think about how we relate with our children – I mean, if someone asked you to tell them when you saw something, so you did, then they ignored you, so you told them again, then they told you point blank that you should have told them – would you hang around to talk with them further? so why is it funny to do to a group of kids? (Yeah, I know, I’m a real hoot at pantos too.)
Anyway, dd loved it. Then we had a paddy – I’d explained beforehand that we had time for either playing or the show, and she wanted the show. Immediately after, she wanted to play. But we didn’t have time. So we got foot stamping, tears, yelling, the lot. And given that I’d just sat through 45 minutes of quality nick jr entertainment I wasn’t in the mood to listen. Plus I’d bought too much and was having to carry ds who was insisting on trying to push the buggy to help, so my back was killing me too…executive decision was made and it was if she was still carrying on by the time we got to the car to drop the shopping off, we would not come back in for tea, we would go home. And that would mean we wouldn’t make it to the bookshop, and I wouldn’t get to pay my cheques in, and I would be cross.
The problem is, I don’t think she sees enough of me happy to be able to differentiate between cross. I think I’m boring to her, and she winds me up for entertainment purposes. Despite knowing this, I’m finding it really hard to be cheerful with her, so I’m on a bit of a losing wicket.
Anyway, she pulled it together and so I made it to the bank, and we made it to the bookshop. We’ve been forgetting to bring in her book tokens since January so I was quite pleased I’d managed to remember them today. She chose Not now, Bernard, Alice in Wonderland, and Dr Seuss Book of sleep, so that was quite nice. Then McDs and home.
Just as she was getting out of the bath the phone rang, with a possible job offer for dp, so I sent him off to call the chap bath and took over the dd. Turned out to be a great idea – I brushed her hair and then we read Not now Bernard – she did that bit throughout, and she seemed to be really enjoying it. And we finished the day with a nice hug.
Ds notable achievements of the day – being gorgeous, taking first assisted steps, and then repeating the feat for daddy, and being in bed now!
