So baring in mind Kid is nearing 9 and I have little memory of him as a toddler... This was going to be... how can I put it... Interesting!! I have had Spud for a few hours here and there with great success but this was going to be an epic 9-3 sesh and, I'm not going to lie, I was so excited that I was terrified!
Spuddy arrived and with a quick departure of Daddy Spud she began to cry... uh oh I thought, now what... I bribed her... obvious response to a crying toddler. I simply looked at her and said 'trampoline?' with that she gave a big smile and a nod... phew that was an easy escape I've heard stories of her crying for hours from Mummy Spud and I then became quite proud of myself. This is a piece of cake... or so I thought.
OK so at this point I remembered that the attention span of a toddler is some what short to say the least. After a mere 2 minutes on the trampoline she was bored... this worried me now what? DORA!!! Brilliant idea... I hate it but she was glued. I managed to get a few bit's done which was a surprise. She then again got bored of that and reverted back to the trampoline... then to the tele... then back on the trampoline... before getting bored of that and just staring at me as if to say 'sooooooo now what?'. This is when I began to panic a little. I took her upstairs to Kid's play room... This amused her for a minute and she began to stare at me again... fickle these toddlers ay!! I found Kid's colouring box and she smiled from ear to ear.
**WARNING RANT ALERT**
So here comes the annoying bit of our ever so lovely day... there has to be one doesn't there!! Anyway the oh so tragic memories of the dreaded Pram bus race soon came to light!!!.... Why do bus drivers feel the need to look at you in disgust with a slightly smug look when they say 'There's no room love, the next bus is in 10 minutes' Well I haven't got 10 bloody minutes I need to get my kid from school!! not that I said that to him I just let out an almighty disapproving sigh and the bus driver actually tutted at me! He tutted!! Is there any other thing on this earth that I hate more than someone tutting at me?.... well yes AKON he is my most hated thing but tutting comes in close second... along with Manchester United. The most patronising of things to do to someone and I am not the best at holding my tongue when in such situations. I continued by telling him that his attitude stunk and that I am not a 5 year old I am just someone with a pushchair trying to get on the bus! And that people like him give the nice bus drivers a bad name... well something along those lines... maybe not so civil... I continued to wait for another bus as he drove off with a scowl and guess what... 10 minutes my ass more like 2 seconds. Another bus came along and the happy smiley bus driver smiled and called Spuddy beautiful and smiled at me with teeth and everything! See it is possible for a bus driver to be nice to people... I think this should be the main point in the job spec and tripple checked before giving them the job... other than being able to drive a bus obviously!
I began to remember all those times I'd had to put my pushchair down one handed whilst holding Kid and my many bags of shopping whilst on lookers just sat and watched! I remember hating those people for the whole bus journey spending the whole time imagining horrid things that could happen to them... not serious things obviously I'm not a psycho. Kid was in a pushchair for a lot longer than other children and he was also a lot heavier too. He was only able to walk at 3 and I remember the struggles we had with getting places. I was rudely reminded of this and was a little annoyed that of all the bloody memories this, was the one that came back to me... grrrr damn you grumpy bus man!!
When we got back lovely Spuddy helped me put the washing out.... and with that our day had ended. :sadface: I'd had so much fun... but I was definitely shattered Toddlers are so much work!! This I now remember. Daddy Spud had appeared with Mummy Spud and with a huge skip and a jump our Spud was in their arms... in new clothes... This confused them a little but when I had explained our day they just laughed at me!... cheek of it! :happyface: I did have to run to get Kid as I thought I was late and as I left, she thought I was running away from her and got sad!! The joy on her face when Rhys and I jumped in the car (sneaking a lift as per usual) was overwhelmingly brilliant.... SUCCESS SHE DOES LOVE ME!!
I am labelling this a Success story (minus the bus driver)... although something has come of this day... I am now more than ever... ridiculously broody!... :shockedface:...
Looking forward to my next Spud day what will we get up to next time I wonder?
PS. remind me never to give her a red fruit shoot again... BULL... China shop... says it all!!!