My daughter read the blog yesterday and said with a big cheesy grin "so your life is busy now is it?" "yes, why?" " your hairdresser just 'phoned, you forgot your appointment" "shit!".
That wasn't the end of it. I was entrusted with the awsome responsibility of babysitting my 2 month old greatgrandson and collecting his two sisters from school. Whenever I go to pick the girls up from school they whinge on about going to the park with their school friends and having one of my rare warm fuzzy maternal moments I decided to treat them and gave in to their demand while I sat in the back of the car to feed Noah
It was all very pleasant, I could see the girls playing away happily with their friends while I listened to the satisfying sound of baby guzzling away. All was well with the world.
The girls played for 45 minutes. Noah had satisfied himself, burped for England and was now ready to sleep. Time to go. Ah! The back door childlock was on. I was trapped in the car. "Not to worry" I thought "just put Noah in his car seat and climb into the front, job done!" forgetting that ancient bones just don't comply like they used to. No movement, no compromise and no way could I clamber into the front.
"OK," I thought "DON'T PANIC. Just knock on the window and get the girls attention". Now, our daughter calls this car "the beast" (Barrack Obama copied us!). It is called the beast because it is big with blacked out windows. So - get the picture. There's me trying to attract attention but no-one can see me through these wretched obscured windows! ....and the girls still played happily away!
A bit of head scratching later and I come up with a solution. Reach over and open the electric window. Window doesn't open! Why? More head scratching. Ah! Maybe the engine has to be running. At last, the window glides down to reveal one worried little girl peering through. "Are you alright Nanny" "Oh Elise, am I glad to see you, can you open the door please, the child lock is on". Whew, freedom at last.
Oh how we laughed together to think that Nanny had been trapped in the car for 15 minutes until Elise made the earth shattering discovery that the other back door was not on child lock! I hadn't been trapped after all. The girls thought this was hillarious. Silly Nanny! I joined in the good fun, but secretly I had lost my warm fuzzy maternal sense of humour. I was laughing on the outside but inside I was as pissed as hell with myself.
And finally .... Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
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