This morning she was playing quietly in the playroom so I thought I'd sneak on to the computer for a few minutes. Suddenly, I looked at what she was doing. She had cut up a beautiful drawing that E had done at school for her Dad for Father's Day. I was so shocked (thinking of what E's reaction would be) that I just said "Oh Greta....oh Greta" over and over in a horrified tone of voice. That made the little thing cry and cry as she realised she had done something pretty naughty. So I gave her a big cuddle and said "You can't cut up E's pictures. We'll have to stick it back together with sticky tape". I guess the moral of the story is that I shouldn't be blogging and not supervising G. but I honestly cannot watch her like a hawk from dawn to dusk.
Similarly, we had a visiting child recently who was happily playing outside with my two girls. I was getting their dinner ready and cleaning up the house and checking on them every so often. Each time I went outside, they had found something else naughty to do like tormenting the dog, squishing red berries on the trampoline and throwing them everywhere etc. I guess not that naughty really. But I wondered at what age you can actually let your children have some freedom outside in the fresh air in the yard while you do the housework or whatever. What do you do? Am I being slack? All just normal children's behaviour, I guess, so not worth getting myself into a lather over.
Now that I have typed that all out, I feel I am raving on about nothing much. It does all seem a bit inconsequential, but I feel better for venting so thanks for listening. (I've already run similar stuff by Tammie and it's good to know that other mothers have these days too).
Edited 2pm - Just to add a more positive note. After writing that post, G and I went to our local shopping centre to buy chicken for dinner and bank the contents of her piggybank. She was such a good little girl that I felt ashamed of complaining. She drew quietly on the deposit slips while the teller counted the money and we sat at a table and had a sushi roll each for lunch instead of her sitting in the stroller eating it while I race around doing the shopping. She's getting too big for stroller anyway. Then she posted a letter in the letterbox on the way back to the car, standing on my knee to reach the slot. The lovely thing was that two separate elderley passersby who came to post their letters, gave them to G to post to make her feel special. Aren't people kind?