Here I am, sat at my desk with a cup of tea and I’ve already eaten my lunch. It’s 9am.
I’ve got a half day of clinic ahead and all the catching up from just over week off, but my phone says “no new message”; did no one miss me?
Of course I’d much rather be at home, choo chooing around the living room floor and preventing the monster child terrorising the cat. I have my little reminders like a green snotty tissue in my pocket, the ambulance in my handbag that’s rammed full of licked mini cheddars.
Of course he knew I was going back to work today, nearly two year olds know these things. We had a lovely day. We went food shopping (troddler – trolley toddler – wrestling as I call it) you know, when you have a child that wants to stand on the seat. No you are not allowed to touch him, let alone discreetly grab the back of his jumper to prevent a fatal trolley faceplant. Every couple of minutes he changes his mind and wants to be let loose to bombard his way through the cute little elderly people buying single potato’s and carrots. Hell no monster child! Instead you end up picking up every non food item trying to make it exciting enough to entertain him down one Isle before frantically looking for the next distraction. No! Not the eggs!
We managed to spend twice my usual shopping budget, a few books, snacks munched on the way round and said ambulance mentioned above included.
Car journeys are a mixed bag. This monster waits till you are second in line at a big roundabout or the lights to go green before hollaring. Impeccably timed “ouch!” at a junction, finger stuck ambulance window. Panic!
Unpacking the shopping is a whole new ball game. Hide and seek with groceries is always fun.
We then went to a friends house for an afternoon play date and he he was impeccably behaved the whole time. Little shit.
Right, tea break over.