Please read and nod: Drama sentences from 1 to 80. And that's how the story starts: "I get the big one out of the daycare center at half past three. Ah, the morning was nice and relaxed with the baby, 4 months, almost wellness-like . Lola, 2, is already doing theater when picking up. Sometimes I come too early, sometimes too late. Sometimes the diaper is full and while I change it, the baby wakes up in the pram. Now two cry. That wears me down I'm so on Lola, but after three minutes I'm out of strength. I'm hot. Suddenly I'm so tired. Looking at the clock, just before four. Then best at the playground until dinner. It's bedtime spectacle. There are lots of children, that's what Lola maintains best. Enough time for me to breastfeed the baby in peace on the bench. I thought.
1. Lola sits happily in the sandpit and watches the other children.
2nd Quick chest out on the bench and dock baby.
3rd Oh no, there comes Rocko. This little bully likes to annoy Lola and steps on all of her sand cakes.
4th Ah well, Rocko first jumps on the blond boy's excavator.
5. The show-off dad is there too. He is the criminal and five boys run after him as police officers. Loud, all very loud.
6. Now Lola has discovered the spelled sticks in his wife (I call her Stylo-Mom). The Tupper jar has a star shape in trendy neon yellow / gray. Clear.
7. Good child, she stared at the Stylo Mom until she put her latte macchiato aside and also offered her a spelled bar.
8th. I call a "thank you" from the cheap seats in the back.
9. Didn't hear her.
10th I can not see how Lola touches and feeds the spelled stick with her sandy hands. Well, dirt cleans the stomach …
11. Show-off dad has just lay down in the grass and is fighting with the police. Everything would be fine if he didn't look at the Muddis all the time to see if they all looked nice.
12th The baby has finished drinking.
13. Why did I get up now and go to Lola? Everything was still good.
14. Now Lola wants to get on the swing. So back to the stroller, blanket out and lay the baby next to us on the blanket.
15. Lift Lola on the swing and swing. "Again, higher." And as soon as my hand no longer touches Lola's back with every back swing, it starts again: "Again, again. Higher. Stop."
16. The blonde boy suddenly stands next to us.
17th A little too close to the baby for my taste.
18th Look yes, touch no, my friend.
19th "Please, no sand on the blanket to the baby, ok?"
20. Did he even hear me?
21. I kneel down on the blanket and maybe he's careful enough.
22. Lola calls louder: "Again, higher, up to the sky, mom."
23. "Yeah, right away, Lola." And to the blond boy: "Can you hear me? Please don't sand the baby!"
24th Baby cries, sand on the face. Fortunately, blonde shit-blage ran away.
25th His mom looks at me carefully.
26. I keep my eyes but it gets hot. Come on calmly. Nobody did anything to your gold boy. What I can't say about him.
27 Giving momentum back to Lola.
28 What now? Stop? OK.
29. Ah, to the slide.
30th Collect baby and blanket.
31 With baby in her arms, help Lola up the slide.
32. A girl is standing upstairs and does not slip.
33. Lola behind it. The line is getting longer.
34. I use the time to get the baby carrier out of the stroller. I need two free hands.
35. Lola cries on the slide because I was briefly out of sight.
36. The girl in front of her decided not to slip and to climb back down the ladder. Works so moderately because the children do not make room.
37. Lola is now in pole position.
38. "Come on, darling, slide."
39. Lola is ready, but does not slip off.
40. A boy is pushing past her behind her. Lola complains.
41. Gotta go through it, half as wild.
42. Another two or three children jostle past.
43. Next try with open arms at the bottom of the slide, bent over to catch Lola. Accordingly, the baby almost upside down in the baby carrier.
44. Oh no, the baby spits a little milk. Not so good the idea of hanging in bat mode shortly after the meal. Uärgs, baby and my blouse smell sour.
45. But now Lola is finally slipping.
46. Wow, the rain trousers really give her impetus.
47. A bit hard landing. Lola whines. Baby complains.
48. Consolation attempts on my part. But with baby between us, Lola doesn't allow that.
49. So diversionary maneuvers, "Look at the playhouse there. Do we want to go there?"
50. Great, it worked. Off to the playhouse.
51. Three 4-5 year old girls have the house under their control.
52. "You can't play along." Lola back to me in howling mode.
53. Me to the girls: "Everyone can play here." Man, where are the parents? Perhaps the show-off daddy is one of them?
54. If you speak to a child alone as an adult and that suddenly starts to cry, you always have the A-card. So it is better not to continue discussing with the girls. Still stay.
55. Well, go. Crawling into the playhouse with a baby in front of your chest, great. But we are in and hopefully my daughter checked the lesson: Just because they are outnumbered and confident, they are far from right.
56. Baby is crushed when I sit down at the tiny table in the house. So get out again.
57. Boah, that was tiring. And already half past five. Thank God.
58. Come on let's go home.
59. How, "no?"
60. But!
61. Please, please, now don't mess up our exit here in front of the girls gang.
62. Damn. Now the other parents are gradually watching why the baby is blaring and Lola is throwing herself angrily into the sand.
63. I playfully look over to the slide.
64. Will Lola have it soon?
65. Nah. Too bad. Then different.
66 Now Lola is squeezed. Under my arm.
67. Boah, she's kicking pretty hard.
68. Dropping would be the worst case now.
69. Off to our two-seater cart and then quickly retreat.
70. Wait, Lola is fully booked while I put the baby in the stroller.
71. After.
72. I hear the baby cry.
73. Earlier, Lola didn't want to take a step into the playhouse alone. Now I have to pull her out by the arms.
74. Just don't talk now. Everything does not come convincingly when the screaming toddler pulls on the hand. Well, wait, Miss … for you I'll mess with the girls gang again.
75. So, finally both strapped in the stroller.
76. Now quickly collect the sand toys and ignore the parents' looks.
77. Fiction that your children are just calm, have as many chocolate biscuits in their mouths.
78. Again the show-off dad. Why is he talking as if the kids are across the street? You're not Daddy Cool just because you're doing the show here.
79. Evil eye on my part. Amused look on his part. On my spit-out blouse.
80. Ok, now is enough, time to go. And what do I say tonight when my husband asks what the day was like?
This article originally appeared on Eltern.de.