This morning I finally took my car to the garage to get the wheels fixed.
I decided to walk to Tesco with the girls in the mean time to buy a few things we needed, so I put Bobbi in her pram and Ninas dolly in hers.
^ this sounds really simple, but actually took about 15 minutes as Lucy the dolly ‘wasn’t comfy’??
The heavens opened and it started to piss it down just as we started the five minute walk, so after a quick negotiation the dolls pram was put away and Nina jumped on her skate board (the buggy board). I opened the umberella thinking I could hold it to keep me and Nina dry (the rain cover was on the pram).
But no. Nina needed to hold it.
What was going to be a five minute walk in the sun turned into a fifteen minute schlep in the rain while Nina battered the shit out of me with that fucking brolly.
We got a bit soaked on the way but we arrived at last.
The buggy board wheels lock up on supermarket floors for some reason. I don’t know why, but they’re impossible to steer so I asked Nina to walk.
This was completely unacceptable.
She whined and moaned from the door to the milk aisle ‘I need to get on the skate board mummy’.
She reach a crescendo, sat on the floor and screamed.
She was clearly tired so I decided to deal with this calmly.
I sat and cuddled and talked her down in the middle of the supermarket.
Once she’d calmed down we went to pay and got a drink and cake in the cafe. This was a lovely, peaceful break involving a verbal pat on the back from a lady who’d witnessed the discussion on the floor in the milk aisle (restoring my faith in humanity)
I got the call to say the car was ready, luckily it’d stopped raining, so the walk back was a calm five minute one – phew.
I paid and we left. When we got home, It became apparent that Nina had found the lipstick I’d lost in the car the other day and dolled herself up while I wasn’t looking. Which was nice.
We played with face paints – she was having none of it, but I made a pretty cool spider-mummy ??
We baked and decorated some biscuits (Nina threw icing all over the living room and popped some in her hair for shits and gigs)
I attempted to tidy up and make dinner to ‘mummy, what’re you doing?’ X 1,000,000.
I moved Bobbi away from the plugs in the wall 145785424678 times.
Everywhere I turned Nina was there with her skooter, just begging to be stood on or tripped over.
Dan tagged me in a post asking if we could get a dog that would warrant carrying a bin bag to catch shits bigger than me (soz Dan, but it’s a no from me ?)
I think I’ve earned a vodka or two later ??