By crikey, the girls are growing up! I can actually do things with all 3 of them, on my own, now.
Yesterday (Thursday 26th) was busy, busy, busy. Chase over to a strange health centre to wait for 10 mins in a line to pick up some registration forms, scuttle round to the dentist who promises the girls will be at the top of the waiting list for NHS patients by August, then zoom off to the old dentist. All in the pouring rain. Across 7 or 8 roads and in and out of the car. Trying to enforce decent road-crossing drills in Midi and Maxi (Midi does the comical fast head-shaking thing, too, as she crosses. I don’t think she really listened when I explained what she was looking out for).
Dentist – well, I explained to the man that I wanted Maxi’s brown spot on her tooth checked. It took him a while to locate it. I got a tad impatient, because her teeth are so white that the dark brown spot (2mm across) kinda stands out a lot… I showed him where it was, and he looked and had a think. A long think. I was worried that he’d so some unnecessary treatment just to get me off his back. He asked the dental nurse for fissure sealant. Fair enough, I thought, then nearly yelped as we went to start treating Maxi with no warning. Just in time to save himself from having his head ripped off, he remembered himself, and started to explain (rather well) what he was going to do. Thank goodness! Maxi Minx was a very good girl and didn’t move a muscle (though her big blue eyes were spinning and searching all over the place).
At the end of her treatment, the dentist turned round and started writing on a bit of paper; the dental nurse stood and smiled at me. I was too tired and too obstinate and too fed-up of feeling awkard, so instead of asking, “Can we go now? Is that it? Do you want me to wait or just go?” I just stood and smiled back at her. Lucky – apparently I had to take the piece of paper to reception. After handing over the precious piece of paper, I loitered expecting to get a bill. The receptionist stood and smiled at me. I just smiled back. (God, they must think I’m a half-wit. Nope – I’m just not a mindreader and do, in fact, need some direction sometimes). “Would you like to make an appointment?” she asked. “No thank you”, I replied. There was an embarrassed silence, with us both smiling at each other. This time I gave in first, and did ask, “Can I go now?” “Oh! Yes!” she grinned. So I guess the treatment was free. And by golly, I hope it was actually what Maxi needed.
As the girls had been so well-behaved, I decided to do a very quick supermarket shop. Yeah: at lunchtime. With 3 hungry little girls. On my own. With the school-kids filling the shop. Without a shopping list. Mad. Actually, we had a bit of fun. Maxi was the ‘Mummy Helper’, Midi helped by keeping Mini happy, and Mini grinned gummily at her big sister the whole time. She loved the individual attention. As the girls were so good, I got braver and braver and started filling the trolley higher and higher. I got a bit delirious at some of the reductions on the fruit & veg (perfect strawberries reduced to a few pence just because they came wrapped in loose clingfilm rather than shrink-wrapped, and 2 heads of broccoli for 26p) so ventured further and further from the door. Before I knew it, we’d been in 45 mins, the trolley was full to the brim, I’d done a weekly shop (saving time the rest of the week), and we were the far end of the store with just the bread to get.
Suddenly, Midi announces in a panic, “I need a wee! Right now!” Oh crap. I zoomed down the massive shop as fast as I could, yelling, “Hold it in! Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Nearly at the toilet!” the whole way at the top of my voice. Not for Midi’s benefit, but to warn other shoppers specifically why I was coming through and why I would not be stopped, even if I ran over their toes. I reached the security guard at the front, yelled: “I’ll be back (for this trolley)!” over my shoulder as I dead-armed Midi and Mini to the toilet, with Maxi wailing, “I need a wee now, tooooo!” behind us. Phew! Both got there just in time.
Back in time for lunch before zooming out again to take my baby elephants to their ballet class. While the eldest 2 danced, Mini staggered round the hall, making everyone laugh with her shriek-laughing and big raggedy smile.
It was a simple zausage and tomato sauce pasta for dinner, so no need to race back home at 1000 miles an hour: we could take our time and all 4 of us screech and drum along in the car to the kids’ CD (their favourite is Track 7 on the Bookstart CD, ‘The Meeting’: drums and bagpipes). Mini won because her shrieks are louder than any other noise known to mankind.
Yesterday was a great day!