Ugh. Today has been one of those days. You know the ones that start out bad and just get worse. And it’s only lunchtime!
It started this morning on our way to school. My little mister enjoys going into the school grounds because there are so many muddy puddles, wet grass and generally places to get absolutely mucky. Now that I don’t mind, but once we’ve said goodbye to Madameoseille we have to leave the school grounds, and today he just didn’t want to go
Challenge #1: getting him off the field. After much cajoling and Little Mister still ignoring me , I decided to give chase. Bad move, MummyShire! I didn’t have my wellies on and nearly went bottom first slipping on the wet mud. LM now thought we were playing a game and started jumping in the biggest muddy puddle in that patch of field. He was having a great time, but this was the wrong time, wrong place.
Challenge #2: getting him out of the muddy puddle. So, it’s a game, huh? My strategy had to change, I had to become stern mummy. So I inched my way across the field, stealth-like to give myself a better chance of catching him and I did…sort of. As I got hold of his arm he wriggled, fell and did what I was trying to avoid. He fell into the mud. Totally covered from coat to wellies. Great…
Challenge #3: removing a wet, muddy child off the school grounds: LM was not happy. He was now wet, cold and I’d spoilt his fun. So he let out one of those screams that’s so high pitched it reverberates. By this time there were very few people within visible sight but I just knew everyone could hear this noise, even those in the classrooms doing registration. We moved, very slowly, towards the car park as every few steps LM would sit down on the wet floor getting wetter, in protest of being wet… you can’t rationalise with a 2 year old.
Challenge #4: getting into the car. I had to remove wellies, soggy socks and muddy trousers before he could get into the car seat. Goes without saying I didn’t have any spare clothes on me, after all we were only going to school and back. How difficult should that be?! So LM was protesting all the way back home. Luckily the journey is only 5 minutes by car but that’s still 5 minutes of screaming that I’d rather avoid.
So, that’s the first 20 minutes of my day…
We did make it to playgroup where LM was cute, clingy (that’s for another time) and had his playful moments. He thought he could by-pass his fruit at snack-time and dive straight in for the biscuits.
Challenge #5: why you can’t have a biscuit until you have fruit. It’s just the rules. Right? Makes sense to me but to a 2year old…as I say, you can’t rationalise with a 2 year old. What makes it worse for me, is that LM doesn’t get upset or scream at this point, he gets clingy, nuzzles and looks at me with big, watery brown eyes. I stay strong, I don’t buckle. But it’s hard. (To be honest, I did give in a bit later and he got his biscuit. I know, I know… it’s the eyes you see…)
So it’s lunchtime and everything I suggest for lunch is greeted with a “no”
So I decide to make the best of what is now a sunny front room and host our own indoor picnic. It’s simple to do and injects a bit of outdoor fun inside. So we have sandwiches, grapes, pretzels, a handful of chocolate buttons – all the things we probably would’ve had before but now that it’s on a picnic blanket it’s transformed into a fun lunch. LM can enjoy his food in whatever order he likes, giving him a sense of freedom.
We’re on the picnic blanket with some sunny music (‘Happy’ by Pharrell Williams is our current favourite) we’re talking, giggling and enjoying a pretty chilled lunch. He’s happy. I’m happy. He’s fed and watered and so am I.
I think we’re going to have a better afternoon.
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I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.