Wednesday 11 April 2012: I'm Screwed
So here is a shot of Amy. She is no longer interested in the D70 she was exploring and has moved on to the camera I am actually using. Lunatic.
There is truly no escape now. They are both mobile. It's like a bad horror flick: I can't run, I can't hide (well technically I can lock myself in the bathroom but then I get them banging on the door, wailing outside until I emerge), no-one can hear me scream (over their screaming).
I jest of course; although Amy is currently sat on my lap, head against my chest, screaming (she's tired and doesn't want to take a nap). Aah the joys of parenthood. The husband is out on a two-day works bender and, true to form, as soon as he's out the door the wailing started.
Claudia did help me tidy up today, though. She has varied between being very very good (helping) and very very difficult (pulling the cards off the shelves in the post office while I was trying to pay, lying down on the pavement etc) but life would be terribly boring if she were 'good' all the time. And I'd probably be left wondering what character-building things I was missing out on.
So today I am just being "get through the day" Mummy. Not a particularly good Mummy but when your child does just need to cry for (apparently) no reason, all you can do is hold them and wait for the storm to pass...
Is it too early for gin?