While the weather is nowhere near as bad as it is in certain places across the pond, we have been having some mild snow, rain and general shitedness. Here in Bootville, every day of the week is dedicated to an activity that is chosen for its capacity to exhaust the Boot and send him in to a long post lunch slumber. We swim, we gymboree(?) and he goes to nursery twice a week so that I may collapse on the sofa and try desperately to remember what life was like pre-boot.
However today I woke up and realised we had no activity planned for the morning. SHOCK HORROR. But I was secretly happy at the thought of not having to pack snacks, drinks and diapers and lug his pram up the stairs and walk in the rain. But a bout of hysteria (him) brought on by the removal of a fistful of notes (from his fist) (I’d left my bag lying on the floor. Big mistake) made me rethink my plans to sit on the couch all day and watch Peppa Pig. I would have to take him somewhere lest there be more hysteria (me). So we donned boots, hats and gloves and brought out our umbrella and off we went.
This afternoon promises to include colouring, playdoh-ing and his favourite ‘ jump up and down on amma’s stomach’. Lest we run out of ideas,
this is what people stuck in snow storms are doing with their children. Show of hands from those who approve of the benadryl idea. Ok I guess I should put both hands down now.