I recently went to a birthday party for an old family friend. I didn’t know many people there and only went out of a sense of obligation. Normally I don’t mind parties like this. I’ll happily have a couple of glasses of bubbles and make small talk and have a few laughs. Then again, I tend not to accessorise my party outfit with a screaming child.
My daughter Violet screamed from the moment we walked in the door until the moment I made our apology-filled exit. I tried every trick in the mothering book — Volumes 1, 2 and 3 — to calm her or distract her but she wasn’t having any of it…..more