Thursday, August 03, 2006

Amelia and Daddy-time

Today has been a significant day in that Amelia has spent a lot of time with Sheep. I've been trying to get started on a paper (for work) for which the deadline was meant to have been the end of July. Whooops. I know I am dropping balls all over the place at the moment. However, today, I managed to get started on it, while Amelia had her early morning nap. Then, over lunch, to my surprise, Sheep offered to give Amelia her lunch so that I could get a bit more work done and a few other important jobs. So that's what he did. It gave me an extremely nice break (actually, this gooey-food stage is not all it's cracked up to be: fun? Hah!) and I think Amelia was equally as happy to have been fed by him as by me. It took me a while to get her settled for her afternoon nap, but eventually she slept. After her nap, I took her for a walk (I went to buy some minor bits and pieces for Barnaby's fish costume).

This evening, we had both Barnaby and Amelia fed, watered, bathed, teeth cleaned, read to and abed by 7:10. I will say that again, as it is truly remarkable: by 7:10. Cue standing ovation please.

Actually, this reminds me, the other day I idly picked up a book which had belonged to my grandparents (published c. 1940), called "The First Six Months are the Worst". It is a sort of quasi-humorous antidote to war-time parenting guides. This is what I was surprised and amused to find on page 83, "By the way, Baby's bed-time can last for anything between one and two hours even in the best-regulated homes." Of course, if I listen to my mother, we were all in bed and fast asleep by 6:00! So, given that proviso, I think we did really well to have them all tucked up and fast asleep by 7:10.

Do my self-congratulatory tones sound a little hollow? They were. This evening was my book club evening and the only time I get to go out at the moment and it only comes around about once a month. The long and short of it was, that about half-way through our discussion, Sheep telephoned and there was Amelia wailing her heart out down the phone. It was so loud, I almost had to make one of those comic, holding the phone at arm's length from your ear, gestures. The jist of his call was, "Come home please, I don't know what to do!" I did suggest seeing if she was wet, which he did (she was, a little) and that bought me about another 5 minutes, but eventually, there was nothing else I could do but beat a hasty retreat. The rub was, that I had been given a lift, so not only did I have to go, but I effectively ended up cutting short the entire evening for everyone else.

Well, of course, within seconds of going into the bedroom, she calmed down and stopped crying. So, there you have it - my evening out. Amelia, if you are reading this as an adult, please take note. How about taking your father and I out for a nice meal to compensate?

Oh, why was I given a lift? How ditzy am I? I realized today that I'd forgotten to tax the car (it's done online now, but I still need to wait for the taxdisc to arrive) so I can't legally drive it (I said I was dropping balls). Also, our car's being taken away on Wednesday anyway to be serviced, so I don't think we'll get much use out of it for a while (we are considering selling it anyway). I've found a bus (1E) that will take us to Quaker meeting on Sunday, so we'll give that a go this weekend. Having had a good look at bus timetables online today, I am beginning to think that perhaps we should just ditch the car and wait until Sheep is working again before we bother with getting another one.


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