Today was my day off, and I have to say that in some ways it was more brutal than any long run I have ever taken. My night last night was dicey at best. Sloan the Younger began the evening in a portable pack'n'play which he climbed out of two times, before I gave up and admitted him into my bed. Sleeping in the same bed with my child is a truly terrible experience that deprives me of my sleep and gives me a negative opinion of the world in general. I was kicked in the head and the ribs until about midnight, when Young Sloan somehow slid out of the bed and landed on his head so hard, that I am pretty sure he woke the household. There was much crying and exhausted comforting before we both fell asleep in awkward positions: me holding on to Ivan so he could not fall back out of the bed and he straining against me in an attempt to wriggle from my grasp. I have slept badly many times, but last night was particularly bad.
We visited my brother's new apartment and then thought to do a bit of shopping for consignment clothes, but had to leave when someone's child (and by someone I mean myself) had difficulty stayiood and ng with his mother. There was much running about and eventually an intercession from a consignment employee who implied that we needed to leave. It was sad and shameful, though not as shameful as the first time that it happened. It has happened quite a few times, and really now anytime I waltz into a shop with Young Sloan, I realize that an embarrassed shop person will approach me with something broken or a disasterous mess. It is something I have come to expect, and it is the reason that I rarely shop.
Great evening of good food and a pumpkin facial!!
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