After painting for nearly six hours I’m not sure how sane I’m
going to be. But it does mean another room is sorted before we put the flat on
the market. The Chancellor has been taking care of the wee man as I painted but
she hasn’t had the best of days with him.
She took him to a barbecue at a friend’s place but because
he hadn’t napped he went a bit mad and ultimately had a bit of a meltdown. She
fell into the dangerous trap, on her return home, of thinking that the wee man
was the only rubbish child there and she was the worst parent in the world, as all the other children were behaving. I told her
that I’m sure all the other children will have had their moments and no child
is perfect. And anyone who says their child is perfect isn’t worth the time of
day and should be punched in the nose. If she's a rubbish parent then God knows what I am because surely I'm responsible for most of what he does.
But it’s an awful thing if your child is the only one who’s
causing bother and I know more than most the feeling when everyone is trying to
pretend they can’t hear anything when the wee man is having a meltdown. I’ve
also been in the situation where the wee man has been amazing and it’s another
child who’s being difficult and I’m always thankful that the children are
sharing the tantrums. It gets a bit tedious when it’s always the wee man.
All you want to, at these social functions, is to relax and enjoy it but I can't remember the last time either of us were relaxed at one of these things. Because of the child he is we're always on the look out to see what he's up to and we can never trust him in a room by himself. Maybe when he's twenty or something he might have calmed down but we've got a long way to go until that.
Anyway The Chancellor going out tonight so she can just forget about
it all but unfortunately she can’t drink away her sorrows. Shame.
jpr
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