It could be worse...

Friday was not an easy day.  The morning started out like many mornings recently.  Miss A slept in and I had to wake her up to get to nursery on time, which didn't go down well.  Itsyboo is in a rather clingy stage so every time I set him down to try to do something, he wailed.

Mum, how dare you try to make me breakfast?!?

 

I eventually did make it out the door on time.  Miss A's nursery is about a half hour walk for toddler legs.  She wasn't happy about going and wailed nearly the whole way there.  I knew she'd love it when she got there, so I gently cajoled her along.  We were within a few feet of the school gate when I ran into the nursery manager who was dropping her child off at the primary school.

 

"Nursery is closed today, didn't you know?"

 

"No..."

 

"We sent out an e-mail."

 

"I didn't get an e-mail..."

 

"Whoops!  We must have forgotten to add you to the list."

 

So there I was, a half hour from home with a screaming toddler and no chance of stopping somewhere warm.  We had something like a forced march home, which made me wonder how people who actually have to do forced marches, or flee a terrible situation, get their toddlers to cooperate.  Cajoling, bribery, distraction, nothing was working to stop the tears and get feet moving a little more quickly.  I mean, seriously, how do people do it?

 

We finally made it home and had hot chocolate and Winnie the Pooh, and suddenly the cold and snow were beautiful, peaceful, and most importantly on the other side of the window.

 

Our first Kentish snow