.... A trip that was hard won with getting dressed nearly nicely this morning (with only a small paddy) and then listening to his 2 y.o. Litlle brother throw a 40 minute blue fit about the importance of winter clothing. An experience enhanced by two separate sets of neighbours stopping to make small talk with me, and a couple of strangers kindly pointing out that my blanket was dragging on the floor. I bit my tongue not to point out that I'd cut holes in the damn blanket so that I could buckle it on top of Ds2, so a bit of mud in the corner is, frankly, incidental.
Can anyone beat that for a crappy tantrummy day?
That's it, Christmas in cancelled, I give up.Arghh.