The day from hell
Everyone has their off days and today was Will's. It began with a row over Rice Krispies (William didn't want any milk on them), cutlery was thrown, screams followed swiftly. The situation was finally diffused by the removal of both children from the kitchen, leaving Eddie to eat alone while I breathed deeply in the snug, clutching a (fortunately) cuddly James and listening to William gradually calming down outside on the carpet.
Minutes passed and, realising no one was paying him any attention, Will gave up and breakfast resumed without incident. The rest of the morning was spent happily enough with Eddie at home trying to finish a squillion tiny jobs he hasn't got round to doing in the last 3 months and us lot at the pool.
Alas pride comes before a fall and my big mistake of the day was deciding we should go for a walk along the canal in Kintbury. Will hated the idea immediately and was only cajoled into the car once Rabbit was produced. More screams when we got to Kintbury because he'd dropped off en route and didn't take kindly to being woken up.
But. The last straw. The one that broke the camel's back. Eddie bit off a chunk of William's lolly (which in fairness Will had offered to share). Instant carnage. A small, sticky, happy boy turned into a puce, shrieking ball of rage writhing manically on the pavement. Eddie's attempt at an apology was swiftly rebuffed and the howls resumed. To avoid traumatising any innocent members of the public, I stuffed William under my arm, still screaming like a stuck pig, and chucked him onto the long grass by the churchyard wall. Eddie, James and I then backed off and watched to see what would happen.
The lure of the lolly eventually proved too much - order and lolly were restored, but William has been fractious for the rest of the afternoon; weeing on me during one particularly violent outburst, while James wasn't to be outdone and puked down my back on the way up to bed.
Eddie is out with workmates this evening, so I've ploughed through all the ironing, washing-up, strerilising, Facebook updates, soaps and microwave supper. Time to call it a day.
Minutes passed and, realising no one was paying him any attention, Will gave up and breakfast resumed without incident. The rest of the morning was spent happily enough with Eddie at home trying to finish a squillion tiny jobs he hasn't got round to doing in the last 3 months and us lot at the pool.
Alas pride comes before a fall and my big mistake of the day was deciding we should go for a walk along the canal in Kintbury. Will hated the idea immediately and was only cajoled into the car once Rabbit was produced. More screams when we got to Kintbury because he'd dropped off en route and didn't take kindly to being woken up.
But. The last straw. The one that broke the camel's back. Eddie bit off a chunk of William's lolly (which in fairness Will had offered to share). Instant carnage. A small, sticky, happy boy turned into a puce, shrieking ball of rage writhing manically on the pavement. Eddie's attempt at an apology was swiftly rebuffed and the howls resumed. To avoid traumatising any innocent members of the public, I stuffed William under my arm, still screaming like a stuck pig, and chucked him onto the long grass by the churchyard wall. Eddie, James and I then backed off and watched to see what would happen.
The lure of the lolly eventually proved too much - order and lolly were restored, but William has been fractious for the rest of the afternoon; weeing on me during one particularly violent outburst, while James wasn't to be outdone and puked down my back on the way up to bed.
Eddie is out with workmates this evening, so I've ploughed through all the ironing, washing-up, strerilising, Facebook updates, soaps and microwave supper. Time to call it a day.
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