Dear Nasty Lady,
How are you? I’m fine.
Actually, I take back the ‘how are you?’ because you’d have answered with some sort of pained statement containing an expletive about socks or something about needing a stubby.
We really enjoyed the school holidays. It was all very relaxed and fun. I’m sorry you missed it all.
But in the last week of the holidays there was a string of late nights, playing with cousins, a local talent show, a show day, the annual confusion over which clocks have been changed, a barbecue tea for the opening of our new fire shed and then this morning a school bus we missed, summer school shoes that felt funny and a race to make it to kinder on time.
And there you were. Standing in our back porch growling at two tired little girls doing their best to put their shoes on.
We didn’t miss you.
I don’t even like you.
We have two good kids. Leave us alone so I can learn how to parent properly, so I can be kind, patient and tolerant with our children. And I’ll get up earlier tomorrow, I promise.
Thanks for not being here for the last two weeks and showing us how fun and easy it is for everyone when you’re not here. I wish you all the best and ask that if you ever do come back, that you try something different – there wasn’t much about this morning that worked well.
Warm regards, Larissa
How did this morning go for you? Anyone else’s four-year-old tell you in her carseat on the way to kinder that she has sauce on her arm from last night’s barbecue?