I think dealing with teenagers is a lot easier than dealing with baby.
Ivy had to do something so I took little Apple with me to hang around for a while.
1. Oh my god. She better not noticed it’s me who is pushing the pram. Let’s do a selfie. Now she knows it’s Aunty susie not mummy. Don’t cry darling .
2. Gees how come she is still awake. Sleep. Sleep . Sleep. Apple sleep please
3. I want to go to kookai. But the pram is too big...bummer looks like country road it is then. Gosh I don’t wear country road clothes. Ahhhhh I -want-to-go-to-kookai—-
4 I want to go upstairs. What? Lift? Where is the lift. Oh my god how come there are so many prams waiting to go into the lift. Ok then stay in this floor susie. We go nowhere let’s just go around the circles in this floor and waiting for your mother to call me.
5. “What do you want Apple?” She handed something to me. “Yuck...it’s something from her mouth” where is the bin?! Oh I have to hold her half chewy food full of saliva in my hand...oh my god oh my god.
6 I want to go to the toilet. But I can’t. It’s too much work. It’s not worth the toilet trip. Ivy please call me.
Yeah.....she called me. Please have your baby.
I had little Apple for 30 min on my own and I am stressed to no end. Little Apple Aunty susie loves you. But next time let’s all get together when mummy is here too Ok. Love ya