P-Plater Madness!

Yesterday started off pleasantly for me and Molly. We got up and I fed her and we had a play and a cuddle and I showered her in kisses as I always do. We got a message from my friend Beck asking if we wanted to go to the park for Magic Yellow Bus (this is a facility provided by our local council which is a yellow bus or truck which visits certain parks within the area on different days of the week. They put out mats with loads of toys and cushions and they do painting, face painting and story time...it's brilliant and it's free!). Yesterday was beautiful, blue skies and sunshine, so naturally we went to the park to meet Beck and her daughter (Molly's mate) Georgia.

We had a nice time and Molly was her usual chipper self, and in extremely fine form running around and grabbing different toys. Soon it was time to head off and I thought I would take full advantage of the fine weather and stroll up to Woolworths to grab a few bits and bobs, with the hope that Molly would fall asleep after her vigorous play in the park. We said goodbye to Beck and Georgia and went our separate ways.

I would have usually crossed at the zebra crossing outside the Hellenic Bakery, but instead I thought I would just walk straight up and cross at the lights, stupidly thinking this would also be the safer option. So off we trotted up the hill then we stopped at the lights. I pressed the button and waited. The lights ticked over and we got our little green man signalling it was safe to cross the road. I looked before I stepped out. I wasn't even halfway across the road when I saw a silver Mercedes A-Class with P-plates being driven by a young Asian man come flying around the corner! It was at this point I pulled Molly's stroller back into me and my heart stopped. All I could think of was my baby and her safety. I screamed and some other very choice words also escaped from my mouth. He had come within 30cms of hitting my precious baby and me. By the time he had come to a standstill he was a quarter of the way past us. Other drivers who were sat at the lights screamed at him and honked their horns. I was in shock and quickly walked to other side of the road and kissed Molly and gave her a cuddle, and the P-plater jerk just drove off. One of the other drivers yelled out to make sure we were OK and I assured him we were. Why is it that P-platers these days drive so irresponsibly? Why are they not paying attention? Cars are essentially lethal weapons and young drivers really need to comprehend that notion, because the next idiot who does something like this could kill someone.

I arrived at Woolworths with my nerves completely frazzled and lost myself.I rang my dear sister in a state of shock and tears. She calmed me down, but I felt so sick. I then got angry at myself for not getting his licence plate, but I was so upset at the time I didn't even think.

I did my shopping and got to the register to pay when I went to get my wallet out and found that my beautiful daughter is a kleptomaniac! There sitting in the top part of my bag were the two toys Molly had been playing with at Magic Yellow Bus, a wooden flat head screwdriver and  plastic Tonka drill....It was then that I was able to smile and laugh. Naturally I will return the toys next week, but at that moment I was so grateful that Molly was safe and that she is always able to make me smile, even if she is a thieving monkey ha ha!