It's been a long time between posts. To all of my work mates - great work. I'm glad to be part of the team that pulls together like you all have in times of "crisis".
On this side of my world, well it's been on halt. Cooking, cleaning, crafting, mothering. Dear Husband has been a single parent for a couple of weeks now. Thanks, love, I owe you!!!
However, you would think that after two weeks of intense parenting, Dear Husband would learn a lot about a toddler's expectations. Don't mention a treat unless it's a bribe and can be given in less than two minutes. Don't mention the playground unless you're planning to leave for it in less than two minutes. And don't mention "puddles" unless you're willing to follow through with the splashing consequences.
So, in the middle of a flash flood Summer thunderstorm, I call out Dear Husband to help us get from car to home as quickly as possible. First thing Dear Husband says to Little Miss M - "Baby, look at those big puddles". So we all know what needs to happen next to avoid late afternoon meltdown...