After a lovely sunny morning in local park that has water things you can play in- DS fully clothed and pissed wet through,but having a ball- screamy and jumpy:) the weather took a turn for the worse in the afternoon when we got home and Lashed it down.
DS announced he wanted to "walk with umberella" ,just bought him a small spiderman one.I thought he'd just want to stand outside the house,so followed him out with my new see through (cheap) umberella. But no, we had to walk- I was in PJ bottoms I'd worn for a few days (bagy arsed),top with last night's food down the front, hair that was very frizzy and big(imagine Rebecca Brooks on acid)pretend blue crocs (only worn in the back garden) and a face full of unconcealed spots.
I thought, get him to the end of our close and we'll turn back, oh no, we had to troupe on. Well it stopped raining, but could we take the umbrellas down- NO! could we turn back for home-NO!
So on I walked down the road, looking a state, holding on to DS's hand ( he's a runner) with us both holding up brollies while it wasn't raining. On and on we went, no amount of "Let's go home and eat sweets" would persuade him, and then we got to I've really got to say we're going home.
Cue- throwing of brolly, shouting of "well that's not fair" and "Oh Mummy"by DS and general meltdown. He cried and screamed most of the way home, but to make matters worse, the sun came out and we still had to walk with the brollies up as any attempt to take them down made screaming worse.He eventually stopped crying (he didn't really know why he was).
So today I looked like a total twat-dragging a sceaming child down the road in briliant sunshine whilst we were holding up umbrellas. But on the whole it's been a good day :)