It went down a treat too.
Work is still going well. In fact, I'm really enjoying it which is good. I'm strict on my hours but it's going OK and the men I work with (and women) are great. It's interesting though as I've worked for some quite high powered women in the past - women with children who I thought would be understanding about the need to leave to pick up children and the challenges in balancing it all. They weren't quite as understanding as I thought they might be. It eventually came out that that's because they had nannies - nannies who were there bright and early, all day and sometimes at night too! So no rushing from A to B to drop them off, pick them up, think about tea, do the washing, get to work, and so on and so on. The men I'm working with on the other hand are full of the old 'I wish I'd spent more time with my kids when they were little'.
So we're now gearing up for Isobel turning 3. Will the tantrums stop? Ha. I do wonder. After today's performance. We went to an Easter Egg Hunt (the first of a few she has been invited to). To start with she was a little unsure of what to do. I could see this look of 'why is everyone else running about all excited? What do I do with this plastic pot?'. But she soon got the hang of it and piled up the eggs....and then promptly sat down and started unwrapping them and shovelling them in as quickly as she could. Anyone would think they were going to get up and walk! Eventually I thought, that's probably enough now (as she was practically bursting chocolate out of every part of her!) so I had to remove them. Oh my. Oh my. One and a half hours of screaming. And lying on the ground. And screaming a bit more. What did the other children do? Look at her then carry on eating their breadsticks. Oh the joy. How I needed a gin at 11am!
She has since almost forgotten about the eggs which I've put away in the fridge ready for Easter itself. Clearly I am some sort of mean mummy. Fancy taking the eggs away from her. She did actually vomit up chocolate though so I think I was right! A friend told me once how everyone had told them about the terrible twos but no one had mentioned how three year olds might become 'demonic' (that might have been a bit harsh but it got the message across!).
She is lovely though. We made hot cross buns this afternoon. To take to Grandma. I'm slightly concerned that they are going to be full of her hair but ho hum. Since when did a bit of hair hurt? She is now in bed singing the Sound of Music very very loudly to her 'little rabbit' (which is actually Arthur's but he doesn't seem to have noticed).
I'm slowly reducing the pills as per the doctors orders. Now on 50mg a day for the next 10 days, then 50mg every other day then nothing! Am feeling OK about it. Slightly scared as I seem to be feeling awfully tired and have a strange taste in my mouth (is that the pills? I am hoping it's either that or PMT and not anything else!!!!).
Right, I think that gin is most definately calling!!!
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