The New Baby
Mum and Dad adapted to having a newborn baby in the house
very easily. That was no surprise mind you because between the two of them,
Rosie was the eighth child. They would change the nappies and handle bathing
her with such great magic! Of course we all play a part of helping and fussing
over her as she is so cute, but I do feel for Dad being the only male in the
house.
One day during the school holidays, mother had to go to work
(she is a midwife), and Dad took the day off work to spend some “quality time”
with us. “Thank you Mr for taking the
day off today, ever so grateful and the kids will enjoy their time with you. I
have left a list of chores for you to do whilst I am gone and there is no food
in the house. You will need to do a bit of a shop” said Mum.
I like days with Dad, straight away he pulls out the
blankets, nukes the popcorn and then puts on a flick! By the time the film had
finished (and Dad had woken up from his sleep), little Betsy had started
griping for lunch. So Dad got us all ready for a trip to Asda, got Rosie in her
baby carrier and loaded into the car. Shopping was dull, but at least we picked
out some things for lunch that we liked.
When we got back and we all helped carry the shopping in,
Dad’s eyes widened as his face turned pale as milk and he started to sweat.
“Err Dad? Where is Rosie?” Lucy asked. It was foolish to watch him look in all
the shopping bags as if Rosie would be stuffed into one of them with the
tomatoes, fresh basil and bananas?
“Oh nooo! Where did I leave her? Did I leave her on the roof
of the car in her chair? No. I can’t imagine that. I need to retrace my steps”
Dad said in a panic. “Mum is gonna kill me!” What if someone has taken her?
We scrambled back into the car and Dad drove back to the
supermarket like a mad man (I think I could even hear him swearing under his
breath... or praying!) The car lurched and skidded its way there.
We arrived and he marched us as quick as he could, carrying
Betsy to save time. He went straight to
the reception desk and when they brought out Rosie, Dad did something he does
not do often... he cried.
It turned out that Rosie’s car seat was left in the shopping
trolley with Rosie asleep in there. When Mum got in from work, Dad had to face
the wrath and loss of trust for his light mindedness, but mother was good and
managed to speak to him two days later. I would have given him at least five
days.
