Moving To Timbuktu

Yes, it’s true. I’m running away to Timbuktu, just like Alexander. How do people deal with more than two small children? How? How is it done? I didn’t even have a great deal to get done today, but by early-afternoon I had a grumpy, too-long-awake Niamh, and a grumpy, not-very-well Finn. Trying to time things ‘just so’ is very difficult, and when ‘things’ include a visit to the dentist (Finn’s first), well, that’s just an extra added bonus :yuk:

The short story: he survived, she survived, not so sure about me :giggle: For the successful dentist visit, I bought Finn a new book (this is known as ‘bringing out the big guns’ – promise of a new book is enough to elicit good behaviour from him under the toughest of circumstances!) I had bought the book ahead of time, but it could not have been more apt: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day is a wonderful book, and I’m glad we finally own it.

Finn, unlike Alexander (and Emma), has beautiful teeth and no cavities. Hooray for that!

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