Thursday: Day Off

Let me just tell you that Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights were not my best sleep.  There was all sorts of wakefulness and my fatigue and declining world view have increased with each day.  I am many things, but gracious and pleasant without sleep is not one of them.  Young Sloan dropped an egg on the floor last night, and it honestly seemed like the worst thing that had ever happened to me personally.  So cruel.

Last night, it all caught up with me and I was asleep at 9:30 PM and did not wake until 7:30 AM.  Ten full hours was truly fabulous.  My whole outlook was different this morning and the prompt arrival of the crib tent this morning acted as a catalyst to my good spirits.  I am on top of the world.  Young Sloan and I lounged about the house all morning, cleaning and then putting together his train set before my good spirits launched us out of the house for a visit.

We decided to head in for a lunch at the dastardly and shrill McDonald's play place.  I will not even post links to my other blog posts of terrible experiences at McDonald's play places.  It seems that no matter what we catch or what human filth we see transpire amidst the primary colored plastic, I will keep taking my child.  There is no place that he would rather go.  NO PLACE.  I mentioned McDonald's today and Young Sloan reacted with a paroxysm of joy: wide of eyes, dancing of feet, the multiply shouted "yay!!! yay!! yay!!  So we were off.

Today, I picked up a salad from The Food Company as I generally refuse McDonald's fare outside of a few french fries though I will apparently feed my child whatever they have to offer.  I sat with a stack of magazines, Tina Fey contributed at article to this week's New Yorker!!, and read at my leisure while Sloan the Younger ran about in for one solid hour and a half.  He was so deliriously happy.  I wonder how long we could stay if I did not finally reach a limit of play place tolerance.  Would he be happy there for five hours?  If I arrived when McDonald's opened and left when it closed could I force Young Sloan to a place where maxxed out and never wanted to return.  Or, would he remember those hours as the best of his entire life?

All I know is that when we left after an hour and a half, there was a full melt down with sad sad tears streaming down bright red cheeks.  Everything perked up in the car and we were ready for a visit to Mimi.  Mimi, who I call Margaret, is by far my favorite nonagenarian.  She just finished Cleopatra, I am currently reading it, and we are both unimpressed.  We looked through pictures and table linens and discussed the wonder of so much winter weather.   Young Sloan was impeccably behaved amongst more china and glass things than he should really ever be exposed to.

In the afternoon, we made it home to assemble the crib tent which means that someone is sleeping silently in their bed which is now actually more like a cage, though it means another night of unmolested sleep for everyone and tomorrow, a glorious glorious nap!!!