Wednesday of DOOM
Nov. 17th, 2004 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteSo. After much complaining about my Terribly Busy Wednesdays, I am left facing an Awfully Dull Wednesday all by myself and I have no idea what to do with it*.
Why, you ask.
Well. I picked up my Froglet from school as usual yesterday, and packed her in the car next to her sister.
rainette: How was your day, sweetie?
Raspy Troll Voice from the back of the car: Very good. I had fun.
rainette *brakes wildly and turns to identify owner of RTV* Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?
RTV *ignores rainette's fright* Only I couldn't sing "O Canada!" well today.
rainette *stares, counts people in the back of the car, draws obvious conclusion*: Are you sick, Froglet?
Froglet *RTVs on*: Oh. Is that why I can't speak?
So. The Froglet is sick, thus homebound. She is not sick to her stomach, however, and is bouncing off the walls in boredom (only the stomach flu will slow her down. I have seen her skip lightly all the way to the ER when she had a really really high temperature). This is going to be a very long day.
I am also realizing that I might be a diplomatically-challenged parent.
Froglet: MOM! Tadpole called me a bébé lala.
rainette: What's a bébé lala?
Tadpole: mommymommmymommy Foglet called me bébé lala.
rainette: What's a bébé lala?
Froglet *to Tadpole*: I AM NOT A BEBE LALA! You're a bébé lala!
rainette: What's a bébé lala?
Tadpole: AM NOT A BEBE LALAAAAAAAAAA *weeps*
rainette: What's a bébé lala!
Froglet and Tadpole *glare at each other in silence*
Now, it's funny, because I can actually understand their frustration and anger. When I was in Kindergarden, my feelings were easily hurt, and then I would just sit there and cry while my classmates would point at me and call me a bébé Cadum. I first suffered in silence, and then I decided to tell my parents. They were utterly nonplussed, for Cadum used to be (and may still be, I don't know) one of the main brands of soap in France. They had lovely TV commercials, with the loveliest babies ever.
So basically, I cried because my friends called me a lovely baby. To my parents, it made no more sense than bébé lala does to me. (And I'd like to point out that I have never told my children this story, they came up with their bébé lala all by themselves.)
rainette: OK, OK, OK: I am the bébé lala. There is only one bébé lala, and that's me.
Froglet: What's a bébé lala?
rainette *sighs in exasperation*
Froglet and Tadpole *wait for explanation*
rainette: ...
Froglet and Tadpole: ...
rainette: It's a baby who cries when she doesn't get kisses.
Froglet and Tadpole *exchange A Look*
rainette *wails*
Froglet and Tadpole *jump rainette and kiss her*
.... repeat last two sentences several times....
Froglet: OK! Now it's my turn! I'm the bébé lala.
Tadpole: No! My turn! Me bébé lala!
Froglet: NO, ME!
Tadpole: NO, ME!
rainette *facepalms*
I just can't win.
Also, I am tired, for I get to deal with Tadpole's Prehistoric Girl impulses these days, i.e. she likes to hold a fistful of my hair while she sleeps. I am getting to the point where I seriously consider shaving my head.
*no idea that doesn't involve laundry, mops, and other chores I have chosen to ignore. Also, this is of course a BIG JOKE, cos I have BOOKS waiting for me, and finally some time to read. If they let me.
Why, you ask.
Well. I picked up my Froglet from school as usual yesterday, and packed her in the car next to her sister.
rainette: How was your day, sweetie?
Raspy Troll Voice from the back of the car: Very good. I had fun.
rainette *brakes wildly and turns to identify owner of RTV* Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?
RTV *ignores rainette's fright* Only I couldn't sing "O Canada!" well today.
rainette *stares, counts people in the back of the car, draws obvious conclusion*: Are you sick, Froglet?
Froglet *RTVs on*: Oh. Is that why I can't speak?
So. The Froglet is sick, thus homebound. She is not sick to her stomach, however, and is bouncing off the walls in boredom (only the stomach flu will slow her down. I have seen her skip lightly all the way to the ER when she had a really really high temperature). This is going to be a very long day.
I am also realizing that I might be a diplomatically-challenged parent.
Froglet: MOM! Tadpole called me a bébé lala.
rainette: What's a bébé lala?
Tadpole: mommymommmymommy Foglet called me bébé lala.
rainette: What's a bébé lala?
Froglet *to Tadpole*: I AM NOT A BEBE LALA! You're a bébé lala!
rainette: What's a bébé lala?
Tadpole: AM NOT A BEBE LALAAAAAAAAAA *weeps*
rainette: What's a bébé lala!
Froglet and Tadpole *glare at each other in silence*
Now, it's funny, because I can actually understand their frustration and anger. When I was in Kindergarden, my feelings were easily hurt, and then I would just sit there and cry while my classmates would point at me and call me a bébé Cadum. I first suffered in silence, and then I decided to tell my parents. They were utterly nonplussed, for Cadum used to be (and may still be, I don't know) one of the main brands of soap in France. They had lovely TV commercials, with the loveliest babies ever.
So basically, I cried because my friends called me a lovely baby. To my parents, it made no more sense than bébé lala does to me. (And I'd like to point out that I have never told my children this story, they came up with their bébé lala all by themselves.)
rainette: OK, OK, OK: I am the bébé lala. There is only one bébé lala, and that's me.
Froglet: What's a bébé lala?
rainette *sighs in exasperation*
Froglet and Tadpole *wait for explanation*
rainette: ...
Froglet and Tadpole: ...
rainette: It's a baby who cries when she doesn't get kisses.
Froglet and Tadpole *exchange A Look*
rainette *wails*
Froglet and Tadpole *jump rainette and kiss her*
.... repeat last two sentences several times....
Froglet: OK! Now it's my turn! I'm the bébé lala.
Tadpole: No! My turn! Me bébé lala!
Froglet: NO, ME!
Tadpole: NO, ME!
rainette *facepalms*
I just can't win.
Also, I am tired, for I get to deal with Tadpole's Prehistoric Girl impulses these days, i.e. she likes to hold a fistful of my hair while she sleeps. I am getting to the point where I seriously consider shaving my head.
*no idea that doesn't involve laundry, mops, and other chores I have chosen to ignore. Also, this is of course a BIG JOKE, cos I have BOOKS waiting for me, and finally some time to read. If they let me.
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Date: 2004-11-17 04:30 pm (UTC)*sings for the girls*
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Date: 2004-11-17 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 02:39 am (UTC)rainette *wails*
Froglet and Tadpole *jump rainette and kiss her*
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
And, sounds tiring. *hugs* Reading is good...
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Date: 2004-11-18 06:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 11:23 pm (UTC)My stories have less princesses, but also, I don't usually read the same story 10 times in a row...
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Date: 2004-11-19 12:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-18 07:45 am (UTC)All I can say is: AWW!!
I know that must have been terribly frustrating, but it's absolutely adorable nonetheless.
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Date: 2004-11-18 06:10 pm (UTC)We ended up taking turns, and then we jumped Husband unexpectedly ;)