Day 973

This past week of fibbing weather forecasts is getting a little tiresome. It wasn’t actually terrible in the end, just one big shower over lunchtime so we could have had two outside walks but instead we had one this morning and I did a Leslie Sansone video to top the steps off.

Look what we found while walking!

The morning was pretty bright but brutally cold in the wind. It was extreme sunglasses and scarf weather. When the wind was down, it was actually pretty warm but good lord did we both nearly knocked off our feet the second it got blustery. We started off the walk with Wee Daftie in her trike and me pushing her along.

It ended with her pushing the trike, and small bit of shopping, home.

Hilarious, stubborn and vaguely useful. That’s my girl!

Now. Don’t get me wrong. I love being a Mammy. I adore my Wee Daftie. She is clever, funny, energetic and also incredibly annoying. Like seriously irritating at times.

I only have myself to blame as I myself am also incredibly annoying but some days she really outdoes herself.

See? Look at that face. Annoying.

I’m not talking about her being naughty or misbehaving. In general, we muddle along well with things. I think I’m strict enough and she listens well enough that we kind of know what the other one wants and what the other expects. It’s not perfect but it works for us. I am literally talking about her general personality wearing me out today!

Obviously, I say this in jest and with love but her inquisitive nature and chatter can be exhausting sometimes. Today was one of these days where she was my absolute shadow and I could do nothing without her at my heels. Which is cool. But also quite awkward when I need to pee or open the oven or get dressed or hide from her.

Look! We drew Olaf!

I think what made today so brilliantly draining was just the sheer volume of questions she kept asking while reading books. On a normal day, we can get through a large number of books but lately, thanks to a Thomas the Tank Engine box set, we have been reading a ridiculous amount. I am not complaining. I love books. I think it is invaluable to read with kids and she genuinely enjoys being read to or by “herself “. However, when she is asking, “Whass sazz?!” on every page, on every picture, on every book, it can get a little tiresome. Part of me gets bored of answering the same questions, part of me doesn’t appreciate my reading rhythm being thrown off.

But everytime she pulls a face or laughs or answers her own questions or tells me to “Read properly” or to stop singing or stop dancing, I am reminded how fun she is…and how annoying I am too so I can be too mad about it!

I also know we won’t always have the relationship we have now forever so when she asks yet another question, I just take a breath and hope I know the answer!