Silence, it's a funny thing. As a novice Mum I am soothed by it, considering it to be a sign that all is calm and peaceful. Not so this morning when due to the quiet downstairs, I felt safe to get dressed rather than run around the house weighing up the risks of tots weeing on the floor against being caught by the postman in my underwear. (Darn that glass fronted door). When I arrived downstairs I was concerned not to find Mol in the front room where I left her. Instead she sat contented and hiding under a pile of snowy flakes of toilet tissue in the bathroom. I learn from today, silence is a dangerous thing meaning tots are doing something so naughty they know they must be quiet lest risk discovery.
A number of hours later I am praying for a little peace as my lovely girl lies screaming herself to near sleep in her cot after hour two of soothing n rocking. Why do babies have to get teeth...it seems so unfair both on them and their poor parents. Controlled crying is a killer.
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