So, after I wrote my post about the writing of letters I decided that I would write to my Mum weekly. In return she has decided to become my life coach from afar. I am slightly dubious about this, and think perhaps she has just found a way of telling me what to do even though I am grown up and have a child of my own. Still, it is nice to know that she cares.
So, last week I received this little gem in the post. In her words here are her pearls of wisdom:
1) Always rinse your swimming costumes in cold water after swimming and they will last longer (chlorine rots & makes them loose colour).
2) Go to Library (NOT AMAZON) and try to read (time permitting I know)
a. The Kite Runner
b. A Thousand Splendid Suns
So, I dutifully rinsed my costumes after Little Dippers last week and I have cheated slightly and got these books added to the reading list for the Judith’s Room virtual book club so I will read them eventually.
I was on the bus reading the letter on my way to baby group. It is a postnatal group that deals with baby safety, weaning etc. Last week was weaning, and when I said that we were doing baby led weaning with Piran you would have thought that I had grown a second head or something. There were about 10 mums there and it didn’t even seem that anyone there had even heard of it.
Those of you that follow on Twitter may have seen that this week I wasn’t very happy after I had been to this group. I made myself go along, no one had really spoken to me the week before, but I thought that now we had all been going for a couple of weeks that they might talk to me a bit. I came home feeling horrible. No one even tried to talk to me. If I tried to start a conversation they would answer my question but not ask me a question or continue the conversation. I tried smiling at people, that didn’t seem to work. The stupid group is at 12.30 which is Piran’s nap time so that messes everything up. At the end he was crying and no one was talking to me so I just left early. There is only one more week and my MIL is coming along to hear a talk from a paramedic so at least someone will talk to me. I had hoped that I would make some friends that I could meet for coffee or something but no luck.
I did talk to a nice lady this morning at Sing & Sign, which made me feel a little better. There are friends out there for me, I just need to find them. I do wish you lovely internet / twitter people were all local, that would be so much fun!
When I went to the class last week I got the bus. It was the first time I had got the bus to Lewes with Piran, we usually drive but the class is at the top of town and there is very little parking and a big hill so the bus is quite convenient. We got there fine, and after the class I was feeling rubbish so I went and got a Chai Latte in Caffe Nero and then went to get the bus. I found the right stop at the bus station and waited. A girl sat on the bench threw up a few times so when the bus arrived I was very keen to get on.
We were the only pushchair on the bus which was good so I settled down and starting playing with Piran. I sent a tweet about the bus driver driving like a maniac. After a while I realised that the bus was going quite fast, which was unusual for the route. All of the windows were caked with salt and grit and dirt from the roads so I couldn’t really see out. Then I looked out of the windscreen and realised we were still on the main road. We hadn’t turned off! We were on the wrong bus!
I sat there, paralysed with panic. My brain was running through the options, I had no idea what to do. The problem is that we were headed to Uckfield on the A26. It is a fast road, with no pavements, and nowhere to go. So in the end I stayed on teh bus until it reached the next village. I got off and checked when the next bus back was – 45 minutes. I had only worn my raincoat as it had been quite warm when I left. It was cold and raining. Piran was fine all tucked up in his pram, but he would be hungry soon. Luckily I had some money so I went to the pub (thank god it was open) got a drink, gave Piran his bottle (which I had packed just in case – phew!) then went back out and waited for the bus. It arrived, 10 minutes late, and I went back intop Lewes, got off, waited for the next bus and when it turned up my FIL was on it so I made up a story about walking through town to get the bus, no way was I going to tell him the truth! I finally made it home, nearly two hours late. I was freezing and fed up. Piran was fine, fed and warm and slept for a lot of the time anyway.
Mr C spent the night calling me “Three Buses” and taking the mickey. At least he promised not to tell anyone else and we have our 24 hour rule for piss taking (the piss taker is only allowed to take the piss for a maximum of 24 hours. After that the incident can never be bought up again) so by the next evening everything was well again.
I managed to get the bus there and back fine this week!