Tonight I seriously underestimated Small in several different directions. I underestimated the strength of his attachment to Big – I didn’t realise that dropping her off at a sleepover was going to result in a 40 minute tantrum when I tried to bring him away, including him telling me “but I don’t love you as much as I love Big”. I followed this up by underestimating his strength – so I got socked in the eye. And then I underestimated his determination to be miserable – he didn’t fall asleep for nearly 40 minutes despite it being an hour past bedtime, and instead wailed and sobbed:
“but why do you get everything you want?”
“why was someone else born before me?”
“why isn’t E my friend?”
“why don’t I ever get any fun?”
“why aren’t my jokes funny?” (yes, I thought that was a bit of a non sequitor as well, but by that point I’d given up expecting the evening to make sense).
I’m hoping that by the morning he’ll have forgiven me. Or at least he won’t be quite so tired.
And now I’m going to bed too.
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