dazed and confused
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Of course, the special Sod's Law that governs parenting made sure that last night, when I was bubbling away in the sweaty depths of a particularly foul cold, was the night Maggie chose to break her weeklong run of sleeping through.
But what kind of perverse natural law is it that, when a place crops up for Maggie at her sister's crèche, her excellent, wonderful crèche whose teachers we dearly love and where Becca is so happy, on the same days that Becca attends, and in an ideal time frame – early next year, when Maggie's socialisation and educational needs are going to get more complex, and the point when I had originally envisaged getting back into some sort of work (and there is plenty on offer at the moment, as it happens) – decrees, nonetheless, that I am utterly, instinctually, viscerally unable to send her there?
(In any case, I'm sure there are plenty more creative ways with lentils I have yet to discover. And who needs regular dental care anyway? We are, after all, British.)
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