Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 574.

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Whispering Dormice.
(aka Bike)
Part 574
by Angharad
 
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I finished sorting out the dinner and while it was cooking, I nipped up to see what Mima was up to. She hadn’t listened to me, rather filling the bath almost to capacity and had her dollies in there. If she had slipped, she could have fallen in and drowned herself. I felt mortified.

“I thought I told you to use the wash basin,” I said curtly.

“You told me to baff dowwies.”

“In the wash basin, that’s the washbasin,” I said pointing at it.

“Mummy cwoss wiv Mima,” she said beginning to cry.

“Yes I am, you didn’t do what I told you to do, you’re a naughty girl.” I pulled the plug on the bath. “Don’t you dare use the bath unless Mummy or Daddy are here to look after you. Now dry your dollies and comeback downstairs.”

Trish and Simon came back as I reached the bottom of the stairs. “Hello, darling, did you have fun?”

“Oh, yes, Mummy. Daddy’s car goes very fast.”

“I hope he wasn’t driving too fast,” I said aiming the remark at Simon who’d walked in behind Trish.

He shook his head, ‘no’. Trish said, “No he’s a very good driver.”

“How do you know, did he tell you that?”

“Yes,” she said naively. I glared at Simon, who gave me a choirboy smile and dodged into the lounge. Mima came down dragging a towel behind her, her dollies in the other hand.

“Wassup, Meems?” asked Simon sweeping her up in his arms.

“Mummy, teww me off.”

“What for, Meems?”

“I’s baffing me dowwies.”

He gave her a concerned look. “What’s wrong with her bathing her dollies?”

“Nothing if she’d done it like I told her to, in the washbasin–but no, she did it in the bath, filled almost to the top. She could have drowned herself.”

“Oh dear, Meems, Mummy is right, you were a silly girl, come and have a cuddle with me,” so saying he took her off into the lounge.

“Trish can you lay the table for me? after you wash your hands.” Tom peeped out of his office and then retreated back inside. I shouted after him, “You can run, but you can’t hide.” His response was to wave a white handkerchief out of the door. I chuckled as I walked back to finish the dinner.

I did salmon with watercress sauce, which had turned out quite well. We had this with new potatoes, baby carrots, and some garden peas. For dessert, I had a ready made trifle I’d bought the day before.

Meems forgot about her makeup, which was just as well, her eyes were red enough without needing further irritation from the blow lamp and paint scraper. Tom who had evaded clearing up–he had a bad heart–was well enough to read the kids bedtime story.

Simon and I sat chatting with a glass of wine when Tom came back down. He poured himself a glass of single malt, and sat with us. “They are such lovely kids, you’re so lucky, Cathy.”

“I know, I hope they feel the same.”

“Oh, I think so. They were really frightened when they thought you’d gone.”

“I can’t think why they thought that, I mean that was what, two days ago–that’s an eternity when you’re three or five years old.”

We both looked at Simon accusingly. “Don’t look at me like that, I didn’t say anything.”

“Nothing at all?” I asked suspiciously.

“No, nothing, except I started to say, she’s gone downstairs, but they didn’t wait for the downstairs bit.”

“Bloody typical, be careful next time, you know how sensitised they are. No one wants the poor little mites, so that’s all got to stop here.”

“What do you mean, no one wants them? We do, you, me and Tom. Surely they know that, we tell them often enough.”

“They are traumatised infants, they don’t operate on logic, well Trish does sometimes–then she’s like Mr Spock. They don’t see things like we do, so we have to try and make sure they know we love them.”

“Cathy, it wasn’t me who had Meems in tears, so don’t keep telling me what I should or shouldn’t do.”

“She could have drowned herself.”

“Well you were supervising her.”

“I know, I know. I got cross because I could see the danger she couldn’t.” I must learn not to shout at Simon.

“Hoy, who are you shouting at? I’m not some stupid foreigner who doesn’t understand English.”

Tom banged his glass down on the table and I jumped nearly spilling my wine. “As you’re both sitting at the same table, and there isn’t any loud noises competing with your voices, is there any need for either of ye to shout?”

We both looked away shamefacedly.

“Guid, now shake hands and apologise to each other.” When we hesitated, he glared at us, “Well, I’m waiting.”

Blushing furiously, I said quietly, “I’m sorry, Simon.”

“So am I,” he said sheepishly. We shook hands as instructed.

“Guid, I’m off to ma bed. Guid nicht.”

“Night, night, Daddy,” I said kissing him on the cheek. He nodded back to me.

“Night, Tom,” Simon offered, as Tom got up from the table. I collected the now empty glasses and put them in the kitchen.

“I’m off to bed, too,” I called as I switched off the kitchen light.

“Hang on, I’m coming now as well.” He followed me up the stairs, rubbing my bottom as we went. If he’d slapped it, I’d have slapped him, but rubbing it was okay.

We apologised properly once we got into bed, despite the shaking hands bit, we prefer the kiss and make up version, or as we tend to call it, kiss and make love. It’s the same as the other only with more exercise.

I had to go for a little clean up afterwards, while Simon wiped himself in his underpants and dropped them on the floor. I was disgusted, but given I’d already been told off for shouting at him, I said nothing, but there was no way I was going to pick them up, he could do that tomorrow, dirty pig.

While I was up, I popped in to see the girls. They were fast asleep and closely resembled somnolent cherubs. I felt a tear form in my eyes, we really had to get things right, or these kids would be irreparably damaged.

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EASY AS FLYING A KITE

Whispering Dormice?????????
I swear I can hear them hollering at the top of their little lungs.
Every day I anxiously await another pennod.
Stop only when you think you have told the story to your satisfaction.
One of the most enchanting tales I have ever read.
grateful for your story, 'Sika

Wuthering Star Trek Angharad! :)

You have Spock and McCoy and Scotty, when will you bring in Kirk? Forget him, he'll seduce any female.
May Your Light Forever Shine

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

Cathy needs to know that with kids, puppies and kittens,

and with a thick-headed finance, when you scold and tell them what they did wrong, you have to almost immediately tell them you still love them.
Simon needs to learn it also works with a fiancee, as well as kids, kittens and puppies.

It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,
David Weber – In Fury Born

Holly

It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.

Holly

Always love the new titles

But I would suggest that Cathy have some Whistling Doormats to welcome some visitors :).

Kim

Kids...

One of the hardest parts about being a loving parent is trying to figure out how to love them and guide (or chasten) them at the same time. Too many times, we concentrate so much on teaching them to do the right thing that we forget to affirm them.

There are a lot of hurting adults out there who were raised by critical parents who loved them and wanted the best for them, but somehow didn't get the message across.

By the way, the balance is different for each child. You have to develop a personalized method of discipline, and an effective way of expressing love for each child.

And, just to add to the confusion, you have to constantly adjust things as the child grows.

After all of that. After reading about all the different techniques and philosophies, I have come to the conclusion that it's impossible to not mess up.

On the other hand, if the child knows that you love him, and you remind him of that a lot, it makes up for a multitude of errors.

Ray Drouillard

Hear, Hear!

What Ray said! Kids need affirmation and acceptance. They seek your approval, and you need to show it when they do something good. They need to feel unconditional love. Without that, whatever you do, they'll only grow up damaged in one way or another. That doesn't mean you shouldn't teach them, disagree with them or discipline them. It does mean you need to explicitly love them. Some parents are far quicker to criticize than they are to show their pride. There needs to be some balance.

...Speaking as one of the hurting/damaged adults finally trying to do something about it. Four years of therapy, and counting....

Yes, they do need...

Affirmation. They need encouragement, and much more.

And, yes, no two kids are exactly alike - no matter how much they resemble each other.

Then, there's the challenge of making things right for each child, without doing things that at the same time, make it more difficult.

Some kids respond to different rewards. We finally found something our 12 year old responded to, and her 21 yr old sister was upset that we didn't do it for her. Luckily, she IS 21 and fairly mature, she understood the difference, once we gave her the clue. I imagine it's much more difficult with kids closer in age.

Annette

It's sooo hard, sometimes.

You give children what you think are perfectly clear instructions, and they manage to muck them up... To their potential detriment.

It's nice that Simon seems to have learned to back up Cathy's assessment that the young lady did something wrong. With both parents saying it, it's reinforced, and she doesn't start learning (if I don't get the answer I want from one parent, go ask the other) lessons that make life difficult for all.

Thanks,
Annette

Kids

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They figure how to play one parent against the other soon enough. For now, Peace.

The noise is still there, but it's different some how

I never had my bum rubbed as I went upstairs. I'd probably fall backwards, killing the rubber at the least, maybe the rubbee.
Atta boy Tom, camerad, camerad. Cathy is unusually grumpy about something.
Did you notice how 'Mommy can I give my dolls a bath' changed to 'You told me to bathe my dollies'
Me thinks Ang is trying to confuse us.

Cefin