We interrupt this travelogue...
In my mind, Tuesday afternoons--my one afternoon per week home with MG--are lovely soft-focus idylls, full of parent-child bonding, creative play, and enjoyment of nature. But more often than not they're characterized by whining, stalling, and testing, puncutated by screams on MG's part and periodic retreats on mine to avoid screaming back at her because she is driving me around the bend.
I'm off bedtime tonight; I got hardship points for the afternoon, after a quick mimed exchange with RW at dinnertime when MG wasn't looking.
Me: [You? Bedtime? Me--WANT STRANGLE CHILD]
Me: [Fervent thanks!]
Yeah. And I don't even CARE if she reads this in twenty years. Nanny-nanny poo poo!