Crying in public
Oct. 11th, 2006 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ailbheWe went to Tiggers in the rain - when we left the house I couldn't quite see the end of the street, and we ehard plenty thunder en route. I did sort of beg Linnea not to go, but she had her red rainsuit on and new blue wellies (the ones she wore yesterday seemed to be making her trip, so she's in new ones now - turns out that the ones I bought before Emer were born never made it onto her feet and she's been in size sevens!) and was raring to go. So we rared.
My rainsuit isn't waterproof. The buggy raincover is. Linnea's rainsuit is. Tiggers was great, and afterwards we got the bus to town and I went to Altimus and got a new pullover-style rainjacket and a pair of waterproof trousers. They are both XL so they will also fit Rob, and they go over Emer in the sling, and are breatheable, and pack down to almost nothing. And there's no hood, so I will get a hat and not be blinded when I want to look from side to side. Oh, and the jacket is that lurid hivis yellow, too! Dry and visible - what a combination! Now to stop Rob pinching them for triking to work...
Then we met friends for lunch, and then we headed into town to find tights for Emer. There was nothing in 100% cotton for age 3-6 months. In 70% cotton, there were pink stripes, pink spots, or pink with glitter. We tried a few places, and extracting her was very difficult. Eventually I got her out and decided to give up any pretense of being sensible with money and buy us tea and smoothie and biscuit. So I did. And then I had the energy to get her us all to the bus-stop and home, so I assembled all the bits and crossed the road and realised the bus-ticket had vanished in the time since assembling all the bits and getting to the other side of the road. Went back to look for it. Failed. Linnea took her wellie off and tried to run around the wet street. I put it back on. Went to indoor area where I could search my handbag in case I had put it in there by accident, which I hadn't, but I did find more busfare.
Linnea removed her wellie again and ran away and fell over and howled in a speculative manner and refused to come back and refused to put her wellie back on and refused to stand up and refused to come back and eventually I phoned Rob in tears and had him talk to her. She stayed still long enough for me to get the wellie back on. So we went ot the bus-stop - Linnea lay down and refused to move, so I picked her up; she yelled OW OW OW the whole way. I plonked her on the seat in the bus shelter and put her wellie back on and then she stayed fairly well-behaved; she likes the seats in bus shelters. I sniffed discreetly and pretty much managed to wipe tears away as they arrived, so looked like a manic face-swiper rather than a weepy mum.
Bus trip was ok apart from one woman with bad pushchair-manners. Got off. Sat on bench. Cried.
Got home, fell asleep in front of Maisy DVD.
My rainsuit isn't waterproof. The buggy raincover is. Linnea's rainsuit is. Tiggers was great, and afterwards we got the bus to town and I went to Altimus and got a new pullover-style rainjacket and a pair of waterproof trousers. They are both XL so they will also fit Rob, and they go over Emer in the sling, and are breatheable, and pack down to almost nothing. And there's no hood, so I will get a hat and not be blinded when I want to look from side to side. Oh, and the jacket is that lurid hivis yellow, too! Dry and visible - what a combination! Now to stop Rob pinching them for triking to work...
Then we met friends for lunch, and then we headed into town to find tights for Emer. There was nothing in 100% cotton for age 3-6 months. In 70% cotton, there were pink stripes, pink spots, or pink with glitter. We tried a few places, and extracting her was very difficult. Eventually I got her out and decided to give up any pretense of being sensible with money and buy us tea and smoothie and biscuit. So I did. And then I had the energy to get her us all to the bus-stop and home, so I assembled all the bits and crossed the road and realised the bus-ticket had vanished in the time since assembling all the bits and getting to the other side of the road. Went back to look for it. Failed. Linnea took her wellie off and tried to run around the wet street. I put it back on. Went to indoor area where I could search my handbag in case I had put it in there by accident, which I hadn't, but I did find more busfare.
Linnea removed her wellie again and ran away and fell over and howled in a speculative manner and refused to come back and refused to put her wellie back on and refused to stand up and refused to come back and eventually I phoned Rob in tears and had him talk to her. She stayed still long enough for me to get the wellie back on. So we went ot the bus-stop - Linnea lay down and refused to move, so I picked her up; she yelled OW OW OW the whole way. I plonked her on the seat in the bus shelter and put her wellie back on and then she stayed fairly well-behaved; she likes the seats in bus shelters. I sniffed discreetly and pretty much managed to wipe tears away as they arrived, so looked like a manic face-swiper rather than a weepy mum.
Bus trip was ok apart from one woman with bad pushchair-manners. Got off. Sat on bench. Cried.
Got home, fell asleep in front of Maisy DVD.
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Date: 2006-10-12 08:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-10-12 08:57 am (UTC)My life is a dreary chicklit novel. Where's my holiday romance with a dodgy accent?
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