Tiny has slowly been becoming two. Not just in age, but in disposition. There has been the odd tantrum, a clear increase in willfulness, some wiliness, a degree of shouting and carrying on when needs aren't met - immediately, that is. We have done well, really, to weather the squalls as they've blown up. However, today, with Christmas and all its pressing demands and needling uncertainties on my mind, I had nothing to give. I just wanted straight-up cooperation; compliance, obedience, call it what you will. Sure, I made a few attempts. There was hide-and-seek amongst the clothing racks; there were precious minutes spent patting the dog mannequin and talking about woofing and other such engaging things. But, just as I was called upon to investigate the Great! Big! Bapoom Cleaner! (in minute detail complete with sound effects), I just couldn't do it. I couldn't do it. I just wanted to find the key rings and get going to the swimming pool. Is that too much to ask?
Well, you know the drill - floppiness, shouting, wild back arching, arm flailing which coincided with my head. We were a Christmas spectacle to be sure, entertaining customers all the way from Housewares to Sports and Leisure. And that was before we got to the car park. Needless, to say, as the day struggled on, so did Mummy's humour.
Luckily there are a few, surefire restoratives in this world.
|red, red whi-i-i-i-ne|
|Maynard's Wine Gums wrested from a madman's foaming jaws|
|hot chocolate in a seasonally appropriate mug|
Looking forward to a fresh start tomorrow. Perhaps I'll bring out the bapoom cleaner and we can talk about its every merit over breakfast.