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Posted by on Apr 20, 2011 in Parenting | 5 comments

Rewind and fast forward

Today I discovered that I don’t quite have total control of my patience yet. The day started normally enough, Curly Girl didn’t eat her breakfast, then she didn’t participate in putting her clothes on, and didn’t tell me when she’d done a rather large stinky one in her nappy before settling down to watch Rocket and Playschool on the Australia Channel. Same ‘ol, same ol.

Swimming class went well, considering that Spring has officially been launched here and so all the heating has been turned off around the city, including the kid’s swimming pool (28 degrees anyone?) and all the toddlers had blue lips by the time they started walking across the foam mat for balance practice. In the afternoon we had Crafty Wednesday over at Tall French Mummy’s place and had loads of fun making decorated eggs for Easter by ourselves while the little’uns played with the little’uns.

When we arrived home Curly Girl chanted her usual hello – ‘Maisy CD!’ and I promised that she could watch it after both she and Maisy had finished their dinner. She seemed content with that and busied herself about the house, untidying this and drawing on that while I prepared food.

Once I’d cleared away all the uneaten food (and counted what she had eaten on the fingers of one hand), Maisy arrived and we settled down for a quite period of Woof cuddling and finger sucking. And that was just me. But apparently Maisy was out of favour today.

CG: “No, no!”
Me: “What’s that matter?”
CG: “No, no!”
Me: “Ok… no what?”
CG: “No Maiseeeey. Bod, Bod”
Me: “You want to watch Bod?”
CG: (Excited giggles)
Me: (Changes CD over, CD starts)
CG: “No, no!”

Me: “What’s that matter?”
CG: “No, no!” 
Me: “Ok… no what?”
CG: “No Bod. Maisy, Maisy”
Me: “You want to watch Maisy?”
CG: (Excited giggles)
I think you can see where this is going. Time did a strange rewind/fast forward thing for a while before I lost the plot and switched everything off. Cue meltdown. Cue Daddy arriving home and pleas for mercy from Bad Mummy. “Why can’t she watch Maisy?” he asks accusingly and they both look at me with raised eyebrows.
Tonight’s glass of Cab Sav tasted particularly good.
Photo credit: Loading a DVD into the player by Jeroen van Oostrom at freedigitalphotos.net

5 Comments

  1. March 1, 2012

    Oh yes indeed! Memories, what memories…… Oh. No. Wait. That was yesterday with T-Boy. Ah well……

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  2. Maddydodo March 1, 2012

    Ah toddlers! That is a very familiar scene to me!

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  3. March 1, 2012

    I’ve been following your posts for a bit now and completely understand why it is so important to have children when one is young. Anyone much over 40 could never keep up with a toddler :D Grand-mothering is nice, you send them home to mommy before you are completely exhausted. DD sounds darling no matter how exhausting.

    I love your blog – witty, and oh so well written. You always make my day.

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  4. Caroline March 1, 2012

    Oh, I well remember days like that. Bedtime couldn’t come fast enough!

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  5. March 1, 2012

    Indeed. The bedtime sprint. Happens more often than I care to admit…

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