Waiting with baited breath

Arrive at school pickup, with Grumpy in tow, and am smacked in the face by the realisation that not only was I not organised enough – nor had brain space enough – to do something about the Father’s Day breaksfast, but also neglected to send offspring to school with some coin for purchase of Father’s Day present from school.

He pulls $10 from his pocket and we wander into the hall to see what is on display. Nothing we want, need or desire. Certainly nothing he covets. Or even enters his brain space, I’m willing to bet.

Kids grab something we don’t want or need, but it’s something, and I feel a slight lift of Guilt from shoulders and can now tick off the “did something to support the school fundraising efforts this year” box on my somewhat overwhelmingly FULL To Do List.

Head home via childcare to pick Chippie up, who, first up is un-locatable as he felt hiding in the bushes would be an awesome way to freak everyone out. Then, due to our being there, demostrates to the carers just what one of his tantrums is like, causing them to leap to attention and over-demonstrate concern for the children, whilst Grumpy and I sit back and said “Ignore him, nothing happened, he didn’t get hurt, he’s fine. He’s just being an arse.”

Then we left.

He carried on, on and off, on the way home. At one point, we determined he wanted out of his stroller, and he actually really did want this, so we let him out. This lasted until I held his hand crossing a major road, resulting in a Going Limp Episode in front of an oncoming tram and we completed the crossing with him hanging by one arm from my clenched fist. Safely on the other side, we made our way up the street and around the corner to home via

4 Replies to “Waiting with baited breath”

  1. oops..one benefit of 1 being late to school and 2 of than having to double back to childcare to retrieve schoolboys bag..I was wondering why there were people in the canteen

  2. I bet if there was a competition for the best, most persistent and varied tantrum, Chippie would win hands down?

    I don’t suppose putting him in cot and closing the door, even holding the door closed if necessary, would work?

    Let’s hope he grows out of them by the time he’s 18….

    All I can offer is hugs… and virtual vodka…

  3. I had completely forgot the “going limp episodes”!!! Ahhh the memories of dragging your child across the road by one arm…LOL Thanks for the trip down memory lane.

  4. Oh yes, I can relate totally…my second child introduced me to the “EXTREME Tantrum” and hasn’t stopped having meltdowns what feels like every few minutes. This morning there had 3 been major Extreme Tantrums before 8am….fun and games…NOT….

    I can only offer you my empathy and hope that Chippie will grow out of it as I hope my little Owl will also grow out of it…

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