Published on December 21st, 2017 | by voxx0
This month has been one massive drama. I’m not sure if it’s the Christmas cheer turning my son into an elf, but I can’t fault the entertainment in my house.
Last Monday Diego moved all of his toys from his playroom into the kitchen so that the “window fitter man” couldn’t “steal toys.”
On Tuesday Diego told me that he didn’t like me anymore. Nor would he ever like me again. The following day I took him to the doctors. I used my best persuasion tactics to get an appointment as I knew that something was wrong. During the examination Diego decided to repeat, “I don’t like this man” in our Doctor’s face. I have a feeling getting another appointment may be something of a struggle.
On Thursday I covered carrots, mushrooms and bread in mayonnaise as that’s what Diego insisted he was having and on Friday I wanted to disappear from the spot as I tried to talk over Diego as he embarrassingly repeated “Mummy, make that man go away.” as I spoke to an old family friend in the shop.
This Monday whilst having a shower I spotted an extra small child glaring at me through the glass – one I had put to bed about four hours previous.
On Tuesday I took a sock to work with me to avoid a tantrum. I accidentally dropped it on the floor in front of everyone. Dirty stop out. Finally, this morning a plumber came around to install our new bath. Heading out of the door for playgroup Diego decided to shout “Man, are you going to miss me?!”
There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t appreciate. Christmas is that time of year where it is made especially clear just how important those little things are.
- By Boneata Bell