I made the mistake of going into town today, and boy was it fun. All I needed was detangling conditioner for The Child. And weed killer. Unfortunately I was so pissed off with the insane people I forgot the weed killer. Now I need to go back to town. Joy.
The Child is one of those people who gets weepy when someone dies in a film. I officially feel awful. If I’d known she’d get so upset I’d never have put on Charlotte’s Web. She was really enjoying it though until the spider died. Oh dear. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but she really burst into tears. I’ve never seen her so upset over something like that. In fact I’ve never seen her so upset over anything other than her hurting herself, being ill, or being told off. We had a big cuddle though and that helped a bit. I’ll be more careful in future, though I was never really so affected by stuff like that as a kid. I certainly wasn’t prepared for the crying. A tear or two perhaps, but the full on bawling her eyes out? No. Bad mum. Oops. At least she’s over it for now.
And why is it when you think you’re all sorted and over something, it resurfaces and manages to make you feel like crap all over again? Grrrr. I hate Facebook once more. Joy.
So there we are, the bank holiday continued to be full of joy. Roll on summer. Yay. Or not.
But I have my continued obsession with Richard Kruspe to keep me happy, so all is not lost. Music and a good book is all I need. And perhaps a good cup of tea.
Picture found at the Rosenrot fan forum.
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