Just Jo!

I was up bright and early, with Olivia getting up not long after. All by herself, I didn’t have to drag her out of her pit at all. Woah! I thought, an excellent day ahead of us.
We both had baths before we left at half nine. We didn’t wash the wonderfully fragrant smoke out of our hair and every single pore of skin last night because the bulb had gone in the bathroom. We have no replacements, couldn’t even have a candle lit bath as the lighter was emptied by a certain arsonist yesterday.
We got to town in plenty of time for Olivia’s morning art club, so we took back library books. Late library books. Very late library books. £9.04.
Now we have a clean slate, we got some more out. More wildlife and pond type books for Olivia’s current obssession.
I walked Olivia round to the arts centre and palmed her off handed her over to Hannah who was running the club. I scarpered off quick to fill my bag with goodies from Holland and Barrett, then strolled over to the Cathedral Green to eat it all in one sitting.
Had time for a cuppa at the cafe bar while waiting for Olivia to finish. She had a lovely time, making collages of textured paper and then using them to make prints.
Things then started to go awry….
I got a sudden very gurgly tummy….no, I hadn’t rushed my food at all!
It seemed to get better, so we went to meet some friends in a beer garden with the requisite bouncy castle. Olivia got very hot and sweaty on the castle, then I started gurgling a bit again and feeling uncomfortable, so I said we’d be going soon. Olivia started moaning about it. And whinging. And whining. And moaning that it wasn’t fair….
After almost 11 years, you’d think she’d have learnt by now that moaning, whinging and whining is the least likely behaviour to get me onside. I had actually started feeling better by then, but she couldn’t stop with the whinging…. So we left…. So she cried….
She was somewhat subued as we did a bit of shopping, still subdued and grumpy by the time we got home.
Then I had the outrageous nerve to actually ask her to do something…. it all sort of kicked off then. Not just whinging and whining, oh no! This was proper wailing and stomping of feet. More behaviour that is more than likely to irk me. She wanted to have some lunch, I said as soon as she’d finished what I’d asked her to do. And what was the awful thing I’d asked her to do? Find a book. Find a book. Just the one.
Alas, she didn’t pick up the warning signs, warning signs as in “If you carry on, you’ll be going straight to bed….”
She carried on. She went to bed. Stomping upstairs wailing like a banshee. She was asleep in ten minutes.
Think she might possibly have been tired. She’s doesn’t handle being tired very well.
It also meant I got the rest of the afternoon off. Yeehah!! I sat and read. The whole entire time. The pile of ironing kept winking at me, but I turned my back and totally ignored it.
I went up to see how she was about fiveish, see if she was still hungry. She woke, stretched and came downstairs to water the garden while I cooked dinner.

I saw this on Merry’s and Debbie’s. I’m supposedly very health conscious, which made me laugh, and then choke, as I polished off two thirds of a treacle tart. Gurgly tummy’s all better now.

Olivia is feeling much more like herself, even saying just now, “I think that little nap did me good!”
Hmmm, yeah….me too! She’s still going to bed now though.
And she’s OK with it! So she’s happy again, I’m happy again and the day has ended as easily as it began. Peace is resumed at last.