We were late leaving the house so I walked like the wind was behind me (it wasn't) and pushed the double buggy to Little P's class in 8 minutes flat. 8 MINUTES. It usually takes twenty.
Sweaty, red and breathless. But on time.
We had a lovely walk back. Little P walked nearly all the way, stopping at just about every front garden to look at the flowers. We got home just in time to make dinner. Except with shoes and coats off Little P asked for her Yogi.
(a note about Yogi. To you and me it is a square of cut up bed sheet with a ribbon trim. To her it is life itself).
I looked high and low. My heart sank. So on went the coats and shoes and we headed back out to retrace our steps.
Up the hill, along the highroad, past the wheelie bins (which I looked in). No sign.The boy started to cry as dinner time and been and gone. I hot footed it back home panting comforting words about being nearly home and such like.
When I finally shut the front door I was knackered, huffing and puffing, hot and bothered. The boy was puce and wet with tears. I was beetroot and wet with sweat. And Little P? Well she was sitting happily in the front deck of the pram, thumb in mouth cuddling Yogi.
Humpf.
6 comments:
:o)))) That is one of those rewind and start again days!!!
I remember my eldest asking me to sing the curry song and being hysterical because I didn't know what the hell she was on about!!! I was frantic and she was crying her eyes out until I finally finished my repetoire of childrens songs with "horsey horsey don't you stop" which was to my delight the curry song!!!
You will laugh about it in a few years...
xxx
oh noooo! at least it wasn't lost in the end!
we have had so many panics with betty's comforter duck - i know that sinking feeling - to them these things are everything
Loved the catching up post too. they grow up fast
My son has a 'yogi', but he calls it his Silky. Luckily I made about 20 in one sitting and he's not particular about which one he has, but he always must have one at bedtimes, and times of great stress (like when he's missed an episode of Octonauts).
BTW - My nephew is a teenager and still has his "dudda"....;o) xx
BTW - My brother's 33 and he's still got his!
Gah! L does this to me all the time. Goes mental when she loses something, then fails to tell me that she's actually found it, so I'm turning the house upside down for the next 20 mins like a blinkin' muggins!!! xx
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