Well, no action here again last night. But that's because DH is away. Hee hee. Although actually, that doesn't stop some people. I don't even have the energy for self-love. Hee hee hee! DDs only up 4 times in the night. 2 each. When you say only 4 times, you know things have been bad!!! But am feeling v refreshed, so think the sleep I did have was good, if you know what I mean?
Now just hanging with the telly on. Perhaps we shouldn't but it's kind of easier when DH isn't here!
Did I tell you about my run in with a little boy in the playground the other day? Talk about tiger and cub! He is my friend's little boy who has always pushed DD1 over and he's pretty vicious. I overheard some people we didn't know talking about him when he was on the roundabout with their little boys the other day and one mum said to the other - "Keep an eye on that little boy, he's really violent". And it's true. His Mum is gorgeous, but totally wet with him and just says "Barry , be gentle, darling" (name changed, as usual). Anyway, the other day he thre from about 3 foot away, a big plastic toy aeroplane at DD2's head, who was quietly minding her own business. Luckily his Mum shot her arm out and intercepted, but I was furious and pointed my finger in his face and said "NO BARRY, YOU DON'T DO THAT, NOT EVER!". Perhaps not my place to say it, but am sick and tired of having to comfort one or other of my DDs after they've been roundly abused by him.
He immediately burst into tears, as he's never been told off before, I don't think. And instead of reinforcing how wrong it was, his Mum cuddled him and gave him a biscuit. It made my blood boil, I tell you. You can see when he's going to abuse some poor child as he puffs his chest out. Honestly, I really do love his mum, but I actually dislike her vicious little shit of a son. Is that bad not to like a 2 year old? He's just violent. And Izzy has been pushed and smacked countless times, not to mention all the other NCT littles. Yesterday he pushed DD2 in the face so she fell over when she had pulled herself up. So I shouted at him again. Not as badly and he didn't cry, but I made him apologise and give DD2 a kiss and he did, which was good. I almost felt fond of him for a brief moment. Almost.
Anyway, enough of that drivel. Must go and attend to my gorgeous little bears as we watch Mist on Channel 5 and DD2 grinds her brand new teeth.