4.15 pm
Fiona (8 yrs), Poppy (4 yrs) and Nugget (6 yrs) in a LONG line to get a balloon after the Magic Show at the library.
4.30 pm
The line hasn’t moved
4.45 pm
Nugget: Is rolling around on the floor whining that he wants to leave
Me: “Let’s just go” I say.
Poppy: “NO!” Little feet planted firmly on the ground.
4.50 pm
Me:“Let’s just go!” (Now I feel like rolling around on the floor and whining)
Poppy: Isn’t budging.
Me: (Rationalizing) I guess its good practice for her to learn to patiently wait in line…where is Fiona?
4.56 pm
Nugget: Has rolled off somewhere.
Fiona: (Spotted at the front of the line…)
Me: “Don’t you dare!… It’s not right!
Fiona: (Returning) “I was just checking out something! Mom!”
4.58 pm
Fiona: Leaves and returns again. This time placing the coveted pink puppy balloon in Poppy’s hands.
Me: (Jaw dropped) The eyes of all wronged people are on me pressing me to act. (I’m sweating in indecision).
Fiona: “It was just sitting there so he (Magician) said I could have it”
(What would you do right now?)
5.00 pm
We ran. (I know I’m going to hell).
Out of the library as fast as we could
Me: book, bag in one arm...Poppy’s hand in the other (her puppy ballon bobbing behind her).
Nugget: Trailing behind chewing on his shirt
Fiona: Smug thinking she had fooled me.
Someone asked “Why are we running Mom?”
Do you ever “run away from your problems”?
