H found the ball pool balls yesterday and looked pleased as punch as she tore through to the living room with them. Instantly they were everywhere. Seriously, EVERYWHERE. I wasn’t I the mood so just let her play for a bit and drank some tea. See, I knew it wasn’t the best scenario, but it bought me tea time, so I just rolled with it. How laid back am I! Yes, our living room often looks like a tornado flew through, but ball pit balls just get everywhere, they’re a different kettle of fish. There sixty of them. Anyway after my tea, I tried to make a game of it and suggested we put them in the bag… She helped. AMAZING, I thought. I was partying, thinking I’ve cracked this.
Then I said “can you pick up those?” pointing at some beside the sofa, and she upturned the bag EVERYWHERE.
Needless to say we started again, and I did not let her touch that bag again. Lesson learnt, don’t get cocky when the going is good!
On the other hand 10 minutes later she was so excited watching her first thunder and hail storm… She’d completely forgotten about the balls and I managed to hide those wretched things upstairs. Real life is brilliant isn’t it, so up and down. On the note of thunder, it wa impressive, but we couldn’t see the lightening as it was too light. H was quite excited by it all anyway glued to the window balancing on her chair.
I really should find something safer for her to stand on. But, would she stand on it? Probably not, I asked her umpteen million times not to stand on her chair, but she kept doing it, and to be honest seemed perfectly stable. She did fall off once, but I think she knew she did something silly. Hey oh, that’s life, and if standing on her chair shouting bird, or more at the hail hitting the puddles…. Or waiting for daddy’s car, keeps her amused, I’m not arguing. So suree not me, if that buys me a few minutes for a cup of tea, it’s definitely a mummywin!