The dreaded playground in the snow

2-18-2009

Back to the dreaded playground in the snow .... AAAAAHHH. I hate this place and so does Peter. We arrive here at 10:30. I am to play until lunch time, feed Peter and give him a nap. Today we brought the passagino (stroller) so Peter can sleep after lunch. I am happy about this. I need a break.

Peter is miserable again. He does not want to play and today he refuses to eat, He only cries. All the other people are staring at us. I do everything possible to try to make him stop crying. Nothing works. Poor kid. What can I do? I’m embarrassed. At 12:20 p.m. I put him in the stroller and walk up and down the side of the mountain until he sleeps. Then I put park him in the sun and he sleeps for 2 hours. A little boy walks by screaming and he wakes up. Immediately he cries. I am going to die.

Camilla returns at 3:30 p.m. I feel like a failure. She knows that Peter is miserable. I mean I understand that he needs to be exposed to the cold and to the snow, but this is torture for him. Sometimes I think Camilla is just wrong. What does she expect? Peter screams and cries all the way to the house. Camilla knows it is not my fault. She feels bad for leaving us for so long. Well …

Once at the house, Elena takes over. We didn’t get home until 4 p.m. Almost 7 hours in the freakin’ snow. I head straight to the bathroom for a bath. I need to defrost. I got some sun on my face today. That is the only good thing about the day so far. The rest of the evening is very relaxed. Elena made dinner and I read my book and chatted with Camilla.