8am and I’m calling the fire brigade. “999 what’s your service please?” Adrenaline pumps through me. What’s the one I need for when your “spirited child” has locked herself in the bathroom and refuses to open the door again? Fire? Police? It’s not illegal to lock yourself in the main morning room of the house even when your oldest sister is bursting for a wee is it… is it?!
So yeah. That was my morning. Welcome to life with a spirited child.
Other incidents have included a dramatic dirty protest one nap time, endless dramas over tutus and sunglasses as acceptable outfits of daywear (we’ve concluded that yes, they totally are) and the inclusion of cheese to the vegetable family. [Read More…]Follow