It does feel a little bit like the summer holidays over here even though Charlotte will still be going to nursery for four more weeks. We have fun things planned for our Friday’s off (Fun Friday’s if you will), we have all our weekends together booked up with people to see and places to go and a few days spare to still enjoy the sun which will hopefully decide to stick around a bit longer. (It is however raining as I write this!)
For our first Fun Friday of then summer we decided to go and see Disney Pixar’s Finding Dory movie. It was released today so the cinema was busy but we went to the early showing so still had enough room to move (well I could have if Charlotte hadn’t insisted on sitting on my lap throughout). Click here for the link to the trailer.
I was was looking forward to a light, hilarious caper with a small amount of mild peril as per the previous film Finding Nemo, which I may or may not have owned before Charlotte was even a twinkle in the postmans eye (not really if my ex reads my blog!). We’ve recently seen The Secret Life of Pets and before that Zootropolis which we both loved.
…oh how wrong I was though. For a U rating this had some really adult themes and I’m actually quite shocked. I’ve always loved Disney/Pixar collaborations for the great mix of children’s humour with a smattering of ‘over the kids heads’ jokes for the poor parents having to watch yet another U or PG rated film, but this was severely lacking in the humour. Yes, there was some funny seals for about four minutes. There was a crazy bird. An octopus gets splatted a couple of times but the rest just felt a bit angsty.
I won’t spoil the story for you in case you decide to see it but the vague gist is that Dory is on a quest to find her long lost parents. Cue flashbacks of cute baby Dory with parents, flashbacks of baby Dory trying to make friends but failing. Cue tears from me (although I cry at everything nowadays) and a very confused, emotional four year old.
I have to say I was quite disappointed with the film after waiting so long for the sequel to one of my most favourite kid’s films. So maybe save the £20 for another film or something else that won’t leave you having to console your child and secretly having to find the tissues too. We went to our free art gallery after the film which Charlotte seemed much more enthralled about.
My daughter has a ‘butter won’t melt look’ about her most of the time and, I’ll give her her dues, she is a damn good negotiator when it comes to trying to get her way. But sometimes things don’t quite work out as she planned and when this happens you can be guaranteed that you will get the disappointed look below and the there will be a ‘The world has ended’ style tantrum. It doesn’t matter where we are or who we’re with, the tantrum will happen over the tiniest thing.
Just to keep myself slightly sane through these moments I decided to record the reasons the shit hit the fan in my daughters world. Of course, they are all entirely legitimate and worth the energy usage for all involved.
Below are some of the reasons:
There wasn’t enough milk with her Cheerios
*tops up milk and finishes cheerios* There was too much milk with the Cheerios.
Her dress was long sleeved.
Her pink tights weren’t washed.
She’s tired. (Because she woke up at 6am)
There was a stone in her shoe (there wasn’t).
I gave her 2 biscuits, not 3.
I gave her 8 raspberries, not 6.
Her cucumber was cut in slices, not sticks.
Her lemonade was too lemony (damn you San Pellegrino)
I wouldn’t let her use the drill by herself.
I couldn’t rewind Miffy because we’d only just turned the tv on.
I wouldn’t play the most boring board game ever with her for the 300th time that day.
I couldn’t carry her because I had a dog attached to a lead in one hand and shopping in the other.
It started to rain (obviously my fault).
I didn’t participate in the race down the path (because I hadn’t been told it was happening).
I wouldn’t let her walk into the road by herself.
She dropped her teddy and it got muddy.
I wouldn’t buy her the kinder surprise egg AND the Frozen surprise egg.
I wouldn’t let her watch Family Guy when she woke up and came downstairs.
As you can see, I am obviously a complete bitch of a parent.
I could go on but I’m exhausted just writing about them! These were also mostly from a 48 hour period! Please let me know your child’s (entirely legit) reasons for the world ending in your house in the comments below!
Well I definitely spoke to soon in my last post because, despite Charlotte being discharged from hospital that night, we were then in again twice over last week with a stay over where Charlotte got the luxurious hospital bed with extra leg room and I got the fold out chair which was four inches too short and about as comfortable as lying on the concrete floor of my new house.
But we/the doctors and nurses have eventually found the route cause (a nasty urine infection) and neon yellow, banana flavoured medicine is hopefully putting it all to rights. I’m also hoping this magic liquid will cure the OTT tantrums we’ve been having recently.
I thought threenager was the end of it but we’re a week and a half away from her fourth birthday and I’m slightly worried there’s something worse looming over the hill.
I’m also blaming the house move, the fact her best friend has now left nursery to go to big school, the slight change in childcare arrangements recently and the illness and Lord do I hope it’s just those things! They will hopefully settle down, but for now I am trying to deal with the mega-strops that are occurring on a daily basis. I am dealing with them mainly by upping my alcohol consumption once she’s gone to bed!!
Any insight from parents that have passed the four year marker? Please tell me it’s all sweetness and light from here on in, pretty please?