“I know! Why don’t we take a rowdy gang of toddlers to a lovely peaceful pottery cafe and make some elegant but charmingly handcrafted Christmas gifts to wow the Grandparents?” Excellent idea Sarah, particularly for a Friday afternoon during a week of illness, where a truck-load of Calpol and Postman Pat DVDs have been necessary to keep us ALL functioning.
It started nicely enough..
Until George decided that sitting at the table was not half as exciting as it would be to skip around the shop on his own. I tried my go-to tactic in these moments; a box of raisins.
Then, something catastrophic happened. George could not get the rest of his raisins out of their box. I tried to help, but all hell broke loose.
There are no photos of the next 40 minutes of the tantrum. I was mainly trying to coax him up off of the floor with a breadstick and apologise to people stepping over him whilst he thrashed and wailed.
I was surprised by my own calmness. I can’t decide if I’m learning to cope or just learning not to care what anyone thinks. Today, having my lovely Mum mates with me was a total life saver. You know you have special friendships when no one bats an eyelid during these moments of mini-crisis. One gets you a drink, the other helps wrestle your child, without us breaking our chitchat about Christmas baubles.
So, is this it? The start of the (fearful whisper) terrible twos…?