Have you ever heard of those people who require confined spaces training in careers such as firefighting etc. Well I have come to the conclusion that when venturing into a caravan for an extended period of time with children (particularly small ones), parents need to participate in confined spaces training as well. This became apparent today when no matter what was going on, both inside the van and out, we parents were a little bit tetchy. We needed practice in deep breathing instead of loud voices. If we weren't rescuing one child from a near disaster (to either themselves or property) the other child was under our feet, behind us, in our ears etc etc.
Rebecca started the day well by diving face first into the concrete slab in our annex while still in her booster seat. Having finished her breakfast, she was in a particular hurry to get on with the day and her impatience lead to her unfortunate tumble. We felt, from then on, that we were spending the whole day preventing her from continuing her bad run of luck. She tripped, slipped, tumbled, fumbled and splatted her way through the day all within a small radius of a caravan site. And everything she touched lead to trouble. Steve's reading glasses took on a whole new look when the arms were bent 'origami style' into an interesting shape.
Erin, on the other hand, informed us when we got up that she had already been up for 2 hours. Steve had given her his old watch to wear and we had been asking her the time for practice. When we asked her what time she got up, she said 530. Mmmm.......and Erin being Erin, when she gets tired, she babbles or can't quite get out what she wants to say. So it was frustration all day being around her (as a parent). The only time she was quiet all day was tonight, when she quietly sat and watched tv hoping that we wouldn't send her to bed. The caravan just didn't seem big enough today.
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