A Bad Day
It has been difficult to write for the past few months since I use a laptop and it's no longer possible to keep it on my lap.
At any rate, I couldn't fail to write about what happened early this evening as my Gigi and I waited for Scully to return home.
I was in the living room when she started crying, wailing even. She yelled something about not wanting to be alone.
I ran up the stairs to find tears streaming down her face. She was saying that nobody was around. When I asked her what was the matter, she told me that her television had come on by itself and it scared her.
The television was now off. Her VCR was mysteriously rewinding a tape. She can't reach the VCR and we hadn't had a movie in the machine at all today.
I scooped her up and we sat at the top of the stairs together.
"I need to sit and just calm down, Mummy."
She explained again what happened as I comforted her.
I turned to the room and said sternly:
"You leave my daughter alone. If you cannot stop scaring my child, you are not welcome here."
Gigi was visibly relieved.