Poor Emily had a bad night (therefore, so did we), waking at least once every hour. Finally, she went into a deeper sleep after Nick left for work, and in the end I had to wake her at 8.30. She seemed alright, though still not that hungry considering a 15 hour gap between tea and breakfast. After her morning nap though, she was hot again, and the only things she would consider eating for lunch was a packet of pseudo-crabsticks (actually fish paste) and a satsuma.
Despite that I decided to take her to the TMG meeting rather than miss out, especially as it was being held only 10 minutes walk away from home. She spent an hour and a half sitting on my lap gnawing on a toy train, so it was not very worthwhile for her, but at least it got us out of the apartment, and I got to talk to a few other mums. After wet snow overnight, it turned to steady rain all afternoon, and yet again I rued my short legs, as all my trousers drag on the ground and get soaked. Nick complains about the difficulty of getting trousers long enough, and I know it causes him great consternation, but I think I'd prefer his problem to mine!
Back at home Emily rejected everything I offered her for tea. If she won't touch her current favourites of roasted pumpkin, beans or chestnuts I know something is up with her. Eventually I had to bath her without having any tea, and she was soon in the land of Nod, with me wondering what kind of a night lay ahead.
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