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    Broken Records

    By bigpumpkin | August 24, 2006

    When my Father-in-Law went on about my Mother-in-Law sounding like a broken record, I sniggered whilst a secret elation filled me that I was included in this little family ring of ‘let’s take the piss out of MIL’. They were in their 70’s after all and forgetting that you’d already told someone you bought prawns for Chinese New Year dinner and they cost you your leg, for the twenty eighth time was forgiveable. After awhile, you just kind of switch off, are immune to the grandmother stories and respond with “Um..yes…Umm…yes…Uhuh….Yup….Umm…yeah..” and lots of head nods with your mind fantasizing about a hot tub, with better still, a hottie possibly not her son!

    So why is it that suddenly I am freaking out about comparisons made between myself and my Mother-in-Law, made by no other than me, myself and I.

    “T, go put on your shoes”

    T continues colouring her book oblivious to my command.

    “T, if you want to follow us out, you have to put your shoes on NOW”

    T continues colouring, switches colours with full concentration while I scramble around the house packing her bag. Milk-check. Water-check. Diapers-check. Wet wipes-check.

    “T, did you hear what I said? Go put on your shoes NOW. Not tomorrow, not next year. NOW!!”

    T looks up for a second. Then continues colouring. I am by now very furious as we are late - AGAIN. When I finally have all items (or so I think) we need in bag, I grab her shoes, then her.

    “Sit down now. SIT!! Will you stop moving your leg?”

    “I said STOP moving your leg!”

    “T, if you don’t wanna co-operate, I am going out without you. Put your shoes on now!”

    Why is it that I have to repeat myself an average of seven times everytime I ask T do something when we’re in a rush. Only when we’re in a rush. ESPECIALLY when we’re in a rush. Always when we’re in a rush.

    Topics: Small Pumpkin, Simply Motherhood |

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