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She wakes and she stumbles, rubbing her eyes
Looking for mama - but to her surprise
I'm not where I ought to be.
Maybe I moved.
Maybe I've gone for good, left her unloved!
Maybe I've walked away, maybe I've died -
Maybe I'd come if she cried - cried - cried - CRIED!

So she cried, and I came, and I held her to me
And she howled her betrayal and stood on my knee
And she thrashed with her fists and she kicked with her toes
And at some point her skull came in touch with my nose
As her face turned more purple and my bruises showed through
And she arched until there was nothing I could do.

I put her down gently. I laid her right back
On a quilt on the carpet, so she could have her attack
In safety and comfort. Well, safety will do.
I waited until her frustration was through
And she turned to despair.

Oh, the howling despair!

Her tears ran right down from her eyes to her hair,
And onto the carpet, and into her ears,
And I held her again, and I kissed up her tears.

I sang her a song. I clapped her a game.
I sang her a song which repeated her name.
I played with her tummy, and tickled her toes,
And at last I could hear, from her red, running nose,
A forgiving sniff, and I saw a small smile
And I knew that we were, for the next little while,
OK friends. Good companions. Reasonably happy.
So then I spoiled everything.

I changed her nappy.

Date: 2005-08-24 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helenprev.livejournal.com
Oooh, Ailbhe, that is so good!

Such a perfect description of how we, too, get through the day, some days.

Date: 2005-08-25 07:11 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] supermouse.livejournal.com
You beast! You cad! You bounder!

That was great, I loved it. All of it, but especially the tale of your perfidy at the end.

"So then I spoiled everything..."

Date: 2005-08-25 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] feetnotes.livejournal.com


argggg*g*h! - as others've sagely said, in countless other contexts,

timing is everything



The Groth of a tantrum

Date: 2005-08-26 03:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I just loved it.
Particularly the end.
Inger

Date: 2005-08-26 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I laughed.

paradox

Date: 2005-08-26 09:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] k425.livejournal.com
*grin*

"He needs his nappy changing"
"But he's so upset!"
"So, he can't get any worse..."

Date: 2005-09-07 08:28 pm (UTC)
ailbhe: (Default)
From: [personal profile] ailbhe
We can't get her nappy changed without cooperation. We can get it *off*, but she needs to be reasonably content in order to get her *clean*.

The bit she objects to is putting a new one on.

Date: 2005-09-08 08:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] k425.livejournal.com
Indeed. What is it about new nappies? Apart from anything YB will often wait till the new nappy is (finally) on to do a poo, so we have to go through the whole rigmarole again!

Sometimes it takes both of us to get a clean nappy on the boy's bottom. We are CROOL and hold him down...

Date: 2005-08-31 01:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] radegund.livejournal.com
This made me come over All Sniffly. It's great.

(Oisín hasn't had a proper tantrum yet.)

Growth of a Tantrum

Date: 2005-09-07 09:50 pm (UTC)
ailbhe: (Default)
From: [personal profile] ailbhe
what's sniffly about it, for you?

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