I popped into the kitchen earlier this evening to make Piran’s milk before taking him for his bath. I could hear him playing with the lounge door but thought nothing of it. When I came to get him the door was closed. I pressed on the handle and slowly opened the door, just in case he was behind it. It opened half an inch and stopped dead. As did my heart. It was suddenly very clear what had happened. Piran had pulled out one of the boxes in his toy storage and it was blocking the door. Disaster! *Insert Zingzilla’s singing birds here* I could feel myself starting to panic. A million scenarios buzzed through my brain in seconds. There is no other way into our lounge (short of smashing or removing a window!) I could see myself stood out in the garden all night watching Piran playing in the warm. After a couple of minutes I heard a noise and tried the door and it opened. He had pushed the box back in. Big sigh of relief, rummage in the cupboard and I have now added a door jammer that I had.
Whilst Piran’s bath was running I removed his clothes and nappy while he stood staring into the bath pointing and saying “What’s dat?” “Water” “What’s dat?” “Just water” “What’s dat?” “Still water”. I had taken off all his clothes and his nappy, dropping them to the floor, and while I stirred the bath water round he decided it would be fun to throw the items on the floor into the water. Lovely.
My mum telephoned to change
her order for Christmas the present suggestion she had made for Christmas. During the conversation it transpired that neither of us had done the dishes yet. At the end of the call she decided that we would make a pact to both go and do the dishes. Just as I finished doing my piles of washing up I remembered she has a dishwasher.
I think I will just give up and go to bed.