Day two on my own.
After the morning episode yesterday, Abs and I ended up having quite a bit of fun. We went to Bestbuy and Office Depot so she could slop on all of the cool new gadgets. On the way home we had to swing through McDonald’s to pick up a wholesome meal for lunch. Try explainging to a 2 year old – one you’ve been trying to teach, “say Abigail McDonald” – that there is indeed a different “McDonald’s” from her own house. Oh well.
We hung out at the neighbor’s place for the afternoon and dinner (Wild Boar roast… yummy) and went down nicely to bed.
But this morning, a repeat of yesterday. She is in bed this very moment emitting a tone which seems to grab the base of my skull, (you know, where your spine heads down your back) and pinch tightly. I may have to go extract her manually again.
Also, I just noticed that we pushed her bed up against the wall where there is a perfect angle to jam a finger into a wall socket. It is probably the only one in the house with no plastic thingy covering it up and of course it is at arm level for her. I’ll have to take care of that.
So I’m off to prepare the soothing Eggo Waffle as bait for the booger – Let’s hope I make it out alive.
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