The day started off well. Simone noted the warm temperature and decided she would walk the 10 year old to school. Unfortunately, the 10 year old had other ideas. Told she needed to organize her day so that she could make it on time, the 10 year old did so. But forgot about a crucial presentation she had to make in front of her class today. It involved, of course, a certain amount of preparation which required, of course, a certain amount of time.
The walk was sacrificed in favour of the less environmentally-friendly drive as time quickly ran out.
Baby B took advantage of the delay to toss all the plastic food items out of his kitchen, throw the toy cars from the car park all over the second floor, slide alphabet puzzle pieces under the bathroom door and stack his trains and wagons in an unsightly pile in the middle of the exercise area. Simone had no time to deal with the mess, adding to her already grumpy mood.
After dropping the 10 year old off at school, Simone and Baby B proceeded to the French children's play centre. Baby B promptly removed all the toys off the play table and placed them on the floor. He then tackled a boy who was playing with the car park. Simone and Baby B sat for a few minutes together before Baby B became reasonable again and cleaned up his mess.
When they left the play centre, Baby B was intent on shopping in the dollar store. Simone objected. Baby B threw a temper tantrum. Simone tossed him over her shoulder and headed for the exit. Baby B kicked off his boots. Simone placed Baby B on the ground for a minute, grabbed the boots, tackled Baby B as he tried to make his escape and went to the car as quickly as possible.
Time to walk the dog. The dog thought he was a sled dog and Simone pulled something in her lower back trying to keep the stroller from becoming buried in the mud where the dog was dragging it. By the time she got home, she was far from pleasant. The dog, sensing Simone's mood, prudently kept out of her reach. Baby B, showing similar intuition, played with his potty and a sponge. Cleaning, apparently. (There was nothing in the potty but air.)
Simone grabbed some food and sat at the computer. "I," she declared, "am not speaking to anybody until my work is done."
This declaration brought no objections...
The walk was sacrificed in favour of the less environmentally-friendly drive as time quickly ran out.
Baby B took advantage of the delay to toss all the plastic food items out of his kitchen, throw the toy cars from the car park all over the second floor, slide alphabet puzzle pieces under the bathroom door and stack his trains and wagons in an unsightly pile in the middle of the exercise area. Simone had no time to deal with the mess, adding to her already grumpy mood.
After dropping the 10 year old off at school, Simone and Baby B proceeded to the French children's play centre. Baby B promptly removed all the toys off the play table and placed them on the floor. He then tackled a boy who was playing with the car park. Simone and Baby B sat for a few minutes together before Baby B became reasonable again and cleaned up his mess.
When they left the play centre, Baby B was intent on shopping in the dollar store. Simone objected. Baby B threw a temper tantrum. Simone tossed him over her shoulder and headed for the exit. Baby B kicked off his boots. Simone placed Baby B on the ground for a minute, grabbed the boots, tackled Baby B as he tried to make his escape and went to the car as quickly as possible.
Time to walk the dog. The dog thought he was a sled dog and Simone pulled something in her lower back trying to keep the stroller from becoming buried in the mud where the dog was dragging it. By the time she got home, she was far from pleasant. The dog, sensing Simone's mood, prudently kept out of her reach. Baby B, showing similar intuition, played with his potty and a sponge. Cleaning, apparently. (There was nothing in the potty but air.)
Simone grabbed some food and sat at the computer. "I," she declared, "am not speaking to anybody until my work is done."
This declaration brought no objections...
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