Today I overcame my sleeplessness, bundled the kids, braved the morning cold, and visited a playgroup nearby. I had been wanting to go to a playgroup since we arrived in Melbourne, but I always had an excuse not to – too tired, too busy, too cold, too lazy (oops).
The hubby and I decided to visit a church that is quite a distance from where we live. We had to take a taxi and spend big bucks for that 30-minute ride (and then the ride back too). The church service was in the middle of Amy’s nap time, so we had to wake her up. And hell has no fury than a child awakened prematurely from her nap. And a hungry one at that.
Even as I am typing this, she is in the midst of annoying me by kicking her toys everywhere. And she is doing it on purpose because she is staring at me with that smug face and announcing to me “Amy is kicking the playground. Amy is kicking the Peppa Pig playground mama.”