The Minx is now two and definitely knows her own mind. Everything is a battle of wills and it drives me crazy. You can tell her mood just by her vocabulary – as the Monster says, if she says, “yes,” to everything she’s happy, and if she says, “no,” to everything then she’s in a bad mood. We’re hearing a lot of “NO” these days.
Today was already going to be a long day – the Monster was going for his first visit to his new school (it didn’t go well) so I had to drop him extra early to the nursery he normally only goes to in the afternoon. After that my Tuesday goes something like:
- take the Minx to playgroup,
- do banking for work
- take the pair of them home again for lunch
- take the Monster back to nursery,
- get some paperwork done,
- collect the Monster,
- finish getting ready for work
- and then finally going to work
for a breakto earn some money.
I’m still getting ready for work.
I was looking forward to the Minx’s playgroup session because it would give me a rare bit of respite but of course we turned up and she screamed the place down. The playgroup leader looked concerned and worried that the Minx is sickening for something or maybe doesn’t want to be there, but I know she’s just wanting to exert some control over her life.
I left her there, though it’s hard when you know they’re screaming and hurried back to get her early so we could collect the Monster. I braced myself for tales of woe – had the Minx cried the whole time? Was she still distraught?
I needn’t have worried – not only had she settled fine but she then started screaming because I was taking her away! I had to force her into her jacket whilst she writhed about like a wriggly worm. We gave her the wrong name. We should have called her Mary – as in Mary, Mary, quite contrary.
This post is part of The Crumby Mummy’s Terrible Twosdays linky. I’m sure you’ve got a story or two of your own to share…