Friday, 17 May 2013

Diggers and pins

Toddlers.. God love em..

Not today.  I didn't love mine for about 2 minutes.  Yes a screaming marathon at school that seemed to last an eternity. Why do they do it? Don't they know they are sending their mothers spiraling into embarrassment hell and the stress levels are reaching boiling point? Aaarggh.

Yes today's episode was brought on by a certain John Deere Digger in the classroom that had to be played with after the bell had gone and big sister and all of her classmates were patiently and quietly I might add, waiting on the mat for instruction.  Ben belts out a blood curdling scream that made my hair stand on end.  Silence. Hundreds maybe fifteen pairs of eyes were on me. Judging eyes. Don't make eye contact.  Don't make eye contact.  Don't do it Tara.  Pretend even.. that it's not happening. Pfft.. Note to self - not convincing. Try a different tack.  Exit stage door right. Quick.  Skulks out muttering "See-ya Abb, have a great day".   Screaming child ensues.. all the way to the Prep gate. Thanks Ben. Then as if matters couldn't get any worse.. wardrobe malfunction.. button on shorts fails and Ben's pants drop to the pavement.  Good God woman, can't you get it together this morning. Mother of the Year award ten times over. Then I saw it.  A pin on the pavement.  I picked it up in desperation, held it tight and quietly chanted "See a pin, pick it up, all the day you'll have good luck.." Who am I kidding.  Bloody pin. Bloody shorts.  Bloody hell.  Where were you 1 minute ago when a certain pair of shorts and a frazzled mother could have used your help.  Thanks alot.

Thank God this episode was of the gluten free variety.  Happy Friday.