I got home the other day to find the house empty yet tidy. No note, nothing. Logically, I knew that the childminder had probably just taken them for a walk but deep down I thought this is it I’m always whining about the children and their mess and now I’m being punished in a “monkey’s paw” kind of way. Yes, they all came back, since you ask.
The childminder had a friend to help her the other day and the Princess took a real shine to this friend, so much of a shine that when the friend tried to leave the Princess clung to her and begged pathetically to go too. This was not entirely pleasing to me. It also happened when one of our regular babysitters was here the other day. Then when I was collecting her from school the other day, she refused to leave the afterschool fun and games until she had watched the end of a cartoon. How pleasing this is to a mother.
Finally, yesterday afternoon, I had to go to a meeting at very short notice. Regular readers (hi Mum) will recall that I don’t normally work Friday afternoons but part of the deal is that, if they need me, I will be there. It doesn’t arise very often but I would like a bit more notice when it does. So, to be there I had to arrange a babysitter to collect the Princess from school and reschedule an appointment I had made to take the boys to the paediatrician; do you think anyone was particularly grateful? No, of course not.
In non-whiny news, we no longer have lice, rejoice! Also, if you wish, you may hear the Princess recite a cautionary verse in a somewhat alarming fashion.
There you are feeling nostalgic that she grows up so quickly, treasuring every minute that you spend with her. Does she keep you company by, say, being clingy, or anxiously over-obedient? Does she heck, the robustly happy and socially confident ungrateful whelp. 😉
lol I can’t help but think the Princess’ head is going to explode during that recital performance and Beelzebub will pop out and make an appearance in your living room! Very cute. (I’m a longtime lurker finally unlurking. :))
Glad to hear the “little animals” are no more. Around four (the Princess’s age, no?) my one daughter used to throw spectacular tantrums around pick-up time, usually involving my carrying a screaming kicking biting child home while pushing another in a pram and making sure a third wasn’t running into the road. It was hilarious! Now, we have a deal: she has to promise before hand that at collection time she will say “Yes Mummy” and come home with me or she doesn’t have playdates. It’s working.
I think the phrase “a somewhat alarming fashion” was a bit of an understatement. If you have more videos of that nature could you put a PG rating on it. Scared the willies out of me. I was very surprised her head didn’t turn through more than 180 degrees 🙂