Have spent today at The Old Manor with Michelle and Chloe which possibly saved Amelie’s life, given she kept me up till gone 3am this morning and she was by no means a daughter i even wanted to see again first thing today.
I’ve hit a bit of an impasse now and i’m far from sure how to figure it out; she started by (very definitely) faking fear of the were-rabbit in order to avoid bedtimes or get to go to bed in out room. Max gave in. Trouble is NOW i think she has actually suceeded in scaring herself but i have to say that the wee small hours are NOT NOT NOT the time to try my patience with it. She WANTS to be able to sleep in our bed all night, but the only one of them who doesn’t want to do that is Maddy, although when she doesn’t she does then swing it round her head like a weapon at times in the manner of a girl grieviously ignored. 🙄 Last night Amelie kept up a sold wail/sneak in/be scared of the wind/shadow/toys things for 3 hours or more until i was actually at the point of wanting to murder her slowly and was certainly NOT being a very nice mummy anymore. It is quite hard to be patient to that extent and the crunch of it is i refuse to cope with it; black riders, dementors, these things are scary – plasticine rabbits with wallace inside that like to eat carrots… oh bah.
Anyway, Michelle and Chloe (and Marcus at times) entertained us beautifully with much food, playing, tea (no tea bags HERE now!) and chat.
Managed to divert myself temporarily on the way home and nearly end up in Milton Keynes (why is the Black Cat roundabout called that; anyone know?) Don’t think even Sat nav saves one the mindnumbing stupidity of just choosing the wrong road!
Got home to a few orders (wail) although sympathy orders much appreciated 😉 and an email reply (a personal real one!) from my favourite author who i emailed last week after i finished her book. Made me go all silly 🙂 She’s a bit of a writing idol of mine 🙂