one of those days
What a terrible day. The Parents manged to do everything wrong. First, they made pancakes. So what if it is my favourite: didn't want it! Didn't want toast or bot-bot or anything else, apart from cookie. Got cookie, thank goodness. Then we went to Quilt show. I really wanted to go, but changed my mind when we got in. I _said_ I wanted to go back home, but it took me over an hour of repeating myself and making a nuisance for the message to get through. At home, they wanted me to eat lunch. Huh. Salads and baked potatoes and stuff. Didn't want it! The only thing I decided to try was cucumber salad and cheese. Then they said that I'll get some more cheese if I try one bite of potatoe. Huh. Decided to give up cheese. Then spent a nice 10 minutes dumping my lunch in my water cup. But when I requested Mummy's and Daddy's bits and pieces to put in there, they wouldn't give them to me. Then they wanted me to go to sleep. So what if it was late afternoon? And so what if I was tired? No means no! I won due to persistent and constant whingeing, but it did take me some time. Then parents decided to put a new bookcase into my room. Have nothing against bookcase (in fact, it gives me room for my toys on lower shelves). But they did not pay full attention to me. And I had to stay out of the way of the bookcase when they moved it. So I made Mummy take me outside. Again, it took a huge amount of whingeing. Outside, Mummy wouldn't help me look for a prezzie from the fairies saying that they don't leave presents for whingey kids because they don't like the noise. Huh! She is just lazy. Of course did not manage to find prezzie without help. So I waited till she stopped looking annoyed for being dragged out of the house and started messing around with the plants and requested to go back home. She said fine and planned to stay behind for a little while. Had to stage a whinge-fest. Short but intense. Then I decided I don't like Garfield. Did not like the amusements offered by parents (more imagination, please, people), got refused when I wanted to paint, wasn't given lolly-pops, chocolate cookies, gummy snakes or chocolate when I asked (loud and clear and at length), adn was generally rather ignored. Then I decided I wanted bot-bot, and they decided to insist on dinner. I won, but again, it took long and intense whingeing. Looong and intense. What is it with dinner? I won't need it after I had a bot-bot. Anyway, I reconsidered in the middle of a bot-bot when I overheard that parents won't bother about dinner and they are not hungry. What! That's not how things are done. Spat out the bot-bot and requested dinner. Dinner was actually quite good. We had a dispute when I didn't want daddy to fasten my highchair belt and he put me in the naughty spot, but other than that they behaved. But then they wanted to finish with the bookcase. And change my bedding. I know I made a fuss in the afternoon about the wrong doona cover, but that was afternoon. I objected to their choice of bedsheet, but my protests were ignored. Then Mummy answered a phone and I had to get her off. Then she finished changing the bed and wanted me to go to sleep. Don't like washing teeth. Don't like bed. Don't want sleep. And how much can a person whinge. I tried everything: asking for a bandaid, for a bottle for a nappy-change (I went as far as that. Mind you, I am quite safe as they just changed it, and it sounds particularly pathetic when I go 'Change the nappy, pleeeease.' and sob gently). Maybe I need to change my parents. Catherine
- posted by Izabela @ 7/31/2005 08:18:00 PM