Highs and Lows

Anna-mouse and I spent the day together. An ordinary day. An extraordinary day. Together we, she, or I -

• Read 'The Tubby Custard Mess' for after-breakfast-potty-sit (31st time this week)
• Were late for swimming class
• Got changed extra quick
• Giggled in swimming class
• Got changed extra slow
• Took Anna-m's new toilet seat with us to the loo
• Thought up anything and everything to get her to sit on it
• Left the loo with only the grown-up having gone
• Went to visit the creche to get her (pretend) and me (this is the truth) used to it
• Wiped up biggest pee in history from creche floor
• Told the creche workers 'She is potty-trained, really'
• Ate mini gherkins dipped in houmous for lunch again
• Had total stand-off when toddler pooed in her pants 30 secs after getting off potty
• Made-up big-time
• Spent quarter hour not speaking after second poo in pants
• Made-up, just, after the Bim called with cunning-return-to-Star-Chart-plan
• Did face-painting: a pink tiger(her, done by me); a strange culty person (me, done by her)
• Ate an enormous bowl of pasta for tea; ate a couple of penne. Guess which one which.
• Sat at nursery room window watching the rain and waiting for the 'light'. Thrill of her first storm. Mother's heartstrings twang.
• Endured tantrum when told could listen for thunder no more
• Wiped the tears away when told loo seat she wouldn't hear of this morning not available now
• Cried end-of-the-world-tears when told to leave window to brush teeth
• Sang 'Happy Birthday Anna-mouse', cut the candles, handed out slices of cake
• Screamed in protest at being put into cot with no more songs
• Hugged and kissed with promise of one more song
• Sang 'Happy Birthday Thunder'

Result:

• Child content
• Mother on gin.