Almost one year to the day since Mrsdave last found the courage to leave the children with me, she’s gone again. Another four day trip to Melbourne for Mrsdave, another dose of extreme parenting for Buster Boy and the Troll Princess.
Things got off to an uneven start when the Troll Princess managed to lock me out of the house. At this point Mrsdave had been gone less than an hour. As the cooler weather has arrived all of the windows in the house were closed and locked too, so there is now one sheet of roofing iron near our man-hole that probably needs to be reattached a little more carefully. Hopefully we won’t have a windy or rainy weekend.
After getting back inside the house I thought that perhaps an outing would be a good way to channel some of the Troll Princess’ energy. I dressed her in nice clothes, brushed her hair and took her out to a local coffee house so she could have a babycino and marshmallow and I could look like a loving, responsible parent. Naturally she took this as a sign to smear her clothes with half the contents of the glass and then run down the street in the opposite direction to me when I attempted to strap her back into the bike trailer for the ride home.
In the time it’s taken me to write this she’s managed to fill her tea set with water, then duly dump it all on the floor and remove any clothing that’s even remotely warm in favour of her ‘fairy princess’ dress. My saving grace at this point is that Buster Boy is at Pre School, my dilemma is whether to pick him up, or drop off a sleeping bag and some sandwiches.