I’m just about to leave the office and I find myself thinking “God I’m knackered.” Meetings, writing pitches, more meetings and of course the blogging which is clearly a mandatory in my job (who am I trying to kid) just leaves me drained. But I know when I walk through the door I’ll be met by “Mummeeeee” as the toddler bounds towards me and knocks me over and then I’ll say “Cuddle for Mummy?” and I’ll get a smile and ..
“No! Take coat off, take scarf off!”
She is trying to control me. How did that happen? I will naturally do what she says, but I still won’t get a cuddle. We actually entered into proper deal making yesterday night.
“I’ll get you your special blanket if I can have a cuddle” I got one.
“I’ll let you stick that banana in your hair if I can have a kiss” I got one. I also a very messy toddler.
Then we negotiate over baths. She absolutely HATES hair washing. She literally cowers behind her door when I mention it. She won’t get in the bath until I have given her the utmost assurance that hair washing is not on the agenda. But with half a banana in it she simply had to.
So this was the deal:
“If you let me wash your hair you can play with Mummy’s special bubbles?” (Jo Malone bubble bath – for a toddler – what is going on here?)
“Yes” with a very large frown but a look of mischief in her blue eyes.
At the end of the day, I’m tired. I wish I wasn’t. I wish I had the energy to be full of life and enthusiasm for her and the baby and be a proper disciplined sort of mum.
But I don’t so I do the first bit and that’s ok for us.