Got a better nights sleep – made Tim sleep next to Small 😉 Mooched around a bit trying to get motivated – Big didn’t want to do anything, and I’ve gone off trying to force the point. I think part of the problem is that I engage in the debate, and by doing that, I’ve instantly lost – she doesn’t want me to work it out so that I can be working, or doing housework, or talking to Small, or anything apart from her, she just wants my full attention all the time that I’m around, and apparently me shouting at her is better than nothing. So she draws it out until I lose the plot and yell, and then I feel horrendous and it all goes downhill. Still don’t quite know how I’m supposed to deal with the attitude though. 🙁
Once I’d got my act together we togged up and went for a stroll down the village to buy bread. Small was walking – it took us about an hour round trip. Would have been an hour and ten, but I lost patience with going and persuading him to come back down ppl’s drives and carried him part of the way. He still walked a fair distance – I think it’s about half a mile to the shop, so nearly a mile round trip, not bad for a little guy. Big walked a lot further, what with having to run ahead, come back when I yelled, ride her pony on, run round in circles and so on…
After lunch I remembered I’d promised Small some time with the Geomags, so we got those out. He really loves them. So does Big for that matter – we need more. They fight over them! We had a mainly pleasant half an hour, or maybe longer, playing on the floor together, all three of us. After that I read them a story, although I got a bit cross when Big started staring at the tv and manifestly wasn’t listening. We talked about the book a bit when I’d got her attention back – she was interested in the different clothes and the origami, so we might try some of that soon. The book strikes me as a definite candidate for trb, must check whether anyone else has added it to the database 😉
By that time it was countdown to ballet time, so I made them some toast and then chucked them in the car. The attitude was back with us in the changing rooms – *so* close to just walking out, and if I get to that point, it’ll be the end of external lessons for a bit. I take her to two things of that type, ballet and swimming and at the moment I dread them both 🙁 Small and I had a pleasant time while she was in the lesson, although I did feel a bit like I’d wandered through the looking glass – the two women sitting on the floor next to us were discussing their lifestyles – are those new boots (kind of furry, with thongs, looked absolutely ridiculous if you ask me), yes, new jeans? Yes. And then there was the discussion of the cars – hubby wants me to replace it, it’s only 18 months old, we’d get £39k for it private sales, the garage wanted to offer 35, so I told him it wasn’t that important just yet….oh, I’ve put my name down for a clk (a what?? well, it was something like that) they aren’t out til June, but you’ve got to get your name on the list, I didn’t get my car til the May after they came out in the August…
urgh, reality check? Guess I’m not as skint as I thought I was, as none of that appealed at all!
Big came out of her lesson absolutely shattered and proceeded to behave abominably as I tried to wrangle Small and get her changed. So got her home and straight into the bath while tea was cooking, trying to cut the process down a bit. Small went off during his last feed, as I’d successfully kept him awake all day today (yeah!) but I’ve only just finished eating myself, so now to get an hours work in and off to bed by midnight…
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Honest, that was Hannah. Not joking. And she’s hardly ever like that now. And not consistently for days at a time. I hate these changing room conversations – if its not “I’m soooooo fat” as they squeeze a cm of skin from their thighs, or “I look so grooooos today, as they flick their bloody hair”, its “oh, I just had to have a new kitchen. I’ve given the last one a year, and I just don’t like it”. I always feel like asking if I could have it then, but I don’t think they notice me.
Well I feel less shallow anyway 🙂
Had a long chat with friend Rachel and then later Ady about four year olds. Reminded us all once again that they are *just* children and I am feeling a lot more affectionate and forgiving towards my own version as a result. Doesn’t excuse all behaviour by any means but does serve to remind me that his life is probably even more complicated than mine with all the new stuff he’s dealing with every day…
((Jax)) I had just put on a DVD for LC after tea when the phone rang – honestly you would think I hadn’t spoken to her for a week the way she was all over me lying on me with a book in my face while I was trying to have a conversation. And there is only one of her!! I think Big is just testing her boundaries and as long as they stay in tact she will probably just bounce off them and give up after a while.
clk … it’s a Mercedes 😉 tbh even if you were really skint that sort of attitude wouldn’t appeal anyway, would it? Steve sold his Merc for a profit yesterday, having driven it for a few months – now *that’s* the way to own a Merc!
That book looks lovely!
Oh, and dance. I had a thought – could you do something similar to what I’ve just organised – I asked our dance teacher if she’d consider running something for HEors, during the daytime rather than after school. We have a trial session happening on Tuesday – I feel a bit responsible for it all but I think it could be really good, and a lot less stressful than ‘proper’ lessons, iyswim, although the actual dance will still be completely proper, we’ll just have lost all the other horrid parents!
Oooh Sarah, let me know what happens, we are trying to sort something similar for Gym here.
Jax, you hang in there, i think you are right. And i definitelky think you should do my plan for swimming – bet you anything it will be one of those “oh my mum was sooooo embarrassing” moments and she’ll never act up again!
When our elder was four she seemed so big and her strops seemed very hard to handle as we knew she ‘could’ be reasonable. What’s more we needed her to be as we had a toddler to manage too. Now our younger is four he’s still the ‘little one’ and his strops stress us far less. On the whole I think we take him much more ‘with a pinch of salt’ and the troubles pass quicker because of it. Good luck!