It’s not just threenagers who have tantrums. Oh no. My threenager has learnt how to tantrum from the best. Mummy. And Mummy can throw a great wobbler
This week, with a good dose of sleep deprivation thrown in, I have found my blood boiling over the littlest things. The things that I want to throw myself on the floor over. Stamp my feet. Slam doors.
People taking up the WHOLE path
I’ve started running again, sometimes on a treadmill but I find that really difficult, so more often than not outside. Running round the lake by our serviced apartment, huffing and puffing round. When people take up the WHOLE entire path. Like I said, HUFFING and PUFFING. I am not quiet. My feet slap the floor. I HUFF. I PUFF. You can hear me a mile away. Yet it takes me shouting EXCUSE ME three times to be able to get past people meandering along their merry way. I near enough ran into them before they moved.
And the battles I have….
Bleugh. Not much more to say than that. Other than here is my list of don’t’s.
Please and thank you. It doesn’t take much. The Big One always holds the lift for me, and always says please and thank you, well most of the time. But the people that don’t say it back to them when he stops to let them past? Grrrrr.
On top of that just general kindness and helpfulness. This week has seen me struggling to carry the Baby in the car seat (asleep for once), with all the bags full of
crap necessities, holding the Big Ones hand as we head to the busy car park for the woman in front of me, ALSO WITH A CHILD (so she knows the difficulties), to let the door swing back in my face. Thanks.
Now if you haven’t heard of Caillou then you are much, much, luckier than I am. I had seen blog posts on Caillou from American bloggers. I had read about the dislike that many have for this innocuous figure. I was mildly smug that my child had never watched him (I was also smug that my child never watched Peppa Pig. I would like to go back and smack smug me in the face to give me a bit of a wake up call!!) Obnoxious isn’t even the word for Caillou.
Now this is my own fault, but being in serviced apartments has meant that we’ve been without the TV so we have been flicking through YouTube. Random 3 minutes of the Kardashians here, that are just enough to get me hooked but not enough for me to know what happens next. And of course I have the Big One at my elbow whining for Caillou.
But not stopping at them to let people cross safely. No I applaud people who do that. It’s the people who run out in front of my car when there is a SAFE crossing TEN METRES up the road from where they are crossing.
Because sometimes, if you can’t beat them, join them….
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