Noddy had it this morning……….a full on punch in his stupid peach skinned, blue-eyed, silly-hat-with-bell wearing face. It was him, the wall or Daisy, I chose the sensible option.
My morning had started really well and Daisy was happy to be dressed and nappy-changed. She ate all her breakfast, gave lots of ‘do-be-de-doo’s”, lots of smiles. Then it all went wrong.
I haven’t noted any outbursts recently, (when I say recently I mean a few days) as Daisy has been really happy and content however both school and the respite home have commented on her aggressive out-of-the-blue behaviours where she has ‘attacked’ children and adults alike, no preference, everyones a target when she has one on her!
So, dropping my guard this morning, I drew up her medication into various syringes and armed with the obligatory custard cream biscuit I confidently took aim with the first shot, then, ‘KAPOW’……I was launched across the room as a rather impressive kick from my precious little donkey caught me unaware. It didn’t half hurt. Peeling myself off the floor I wanted to scream but over the years I have learnt that the only way to win with Daisy is to sing songs to her……..so, after being winded and feeling like crying and Daisy still in need of medication I found myself singing, “Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick…….” I braced myself and took aim again, this time sitting on her left arm to prevent injury to myself – damn her right arm and damn Noddy who was perched within her grasp. The bell on his hat caught me and believe it or not was bloody hard when swung at the speed of light into my face. Furiously I straddled her and with her cheeks between my thighs squirted her medication in then ran……fast.
So, that’s why Noddy had it this morning……..who knows tomorrow it might be Postman Pat and I’ll take pleasure in punching the annoying tw*t if the chance arises.