Liddy had organized to take a work mate's 10 year old to the game with us. Yikes. There I was a bloody, blubbering mess with my leg elevated at strange angles & an ice pack sending me into shock while poor old Ditz tried to restrain a very ADD child. She is getting a little too old to entertain Liddy's random outreaches. It certainly drove home how far Ditz has come & how much she has matured. Ditz, who found her companion exhausting, kept begging us to tell her she had never been like that. Sorry, Ditz...! Yes, you talked non stop at a hundred miles an hour. Yes, you whirled & spun like a runaway steam engine. Yes, you drove everyone else crazy.
Most of mine had varying degrees of ADD & Dearest always said I could read through the worst manifestations totally oblivious to kids swinging from the chandeliers so so long as he wasn't bugging other people I let him run Ditz ragged but I was sad to hear him say over & over that he tried to be good but he was just bad. He wasn't bad, just exhausting. I am getting old. Plus, as I hobbled back from the loo, white~faced & shaky, he picked up my bag to carry it for me which was so sweet of him so I complimented him on his manners & how gentlemanly his behaviour was. You'd have thought I'd handed him a million pounds. Guess compliments are a little rare in his world, at least from strangers.
So coming home Liddy & I looked at each other. Who was going to drive? The one who couldn't twist her ankle or the one who could barely move her leg? In the end Liddy drove because she had the keys & it is her car! She's been getting plenty of practise so at least we are getting fewer scary moments when Lid is behind the wheel these days & mostly she has the grace to listen when I ask her to do something. Better than the boys who were born knowing all there is to know apparently. Lucky them.
We got home to find Iss had totally disgraced himself by attempting to play with Dearest's stamps ~ & failed to listen when Dearest remonstrated with him ~ so today Iss was very sooky & we curled up on the couch together & were very, very quiet. Why is soccer always so exhausting when I don't play?