Drinving round the north side in ever widening circles thanks to a silly mistake and the Dublin one way 'system'. Bah. Found it in the end, though. Thank you man in scary bunker style off-licence who gave me magic directions to exactly the right place. I thought I was searching in vain for an unfamiliar street sign but then oo! There it was! I woke up a sweetie baby though. Reeeelly sorry about that!
Olivia had a screaming freak out this morning about wearing socks/dealing with her overly physically affectionate friend she's been spending too much time with. Boundaries. He cross dresses in the opposite direction to her. They bond over their yearnings to be a different sex. He hugs her, too often and too hard for my girl who is not so into being touched. Parenthood is interesting.
It all seemed to get sorted though, despite the fact that she started crying like a newborn crack baby in the car outside school, when I had to force her shoes and socks on. I held it together though. Calm, calm. Axel didn't, he was ... terrified, aggressive and not constructive. Still, I've been there.
I picked up lots of work today. Cleaned the kitchen and cooked chicken that everyone liked, even a singer and a drummer. And two fussy children. Made people happy with biscuit cake that I FINALLY got round to making and delivering. Went to counselling and faced my bad habits with oh such firm convictions. Oh yes.
God, I'm soooo productive. Dynamic even. Yep, that's me.