Thursday: Day Off

So this morning went off as most mornings when I am going into work, and it is necessary to get Young Sloan off to nursery school.  I can only assume that similar behavior is observed at a stampede or what might happen if someone released all the animals at the zoo.  I overslept, we ran about willy nilly, Sloan the Younger hid under his bed, refused to eat breakfast, and poked me with a stick. I actually took a mug of coffee into the shower with me where I conditioned my hair and drank coffee as if it were water at a desert oasis.

Out of the shower, things were a little more alert, and I was able move with purpose.  Young Sloan DESTROYED his nursery bedroom while I was in the shower.  Toy boxes dumped upside down, books scattered, and train tracks on the loose.  It was a bonafide disaster.  When asked WHY WHY WHY he would do such a thing????, his response was "I look for something.". "What, pray tell, might you have been looking for??" Shrug.  I got a SHRUG in response to the type of wreckage that I associate with trailer park tornados. When asked to clean up his mess, Young Sloan responded with another shrug AND "I not clean it up".

You know, I think that the above situation is one of my hardest ever parenting situations.  We were running late; him to nursery school and me to work.  I did not really have time to do the whole "one-two-three CONSEQUENCES" deal.  I basically had to pick him up like a football and sprint for the car.  What is there to do?  He is three, he won't clean up his mess, and I have NO TIME TO MAKE HIM.  It makes me really grateful that most of the time, I can absolutely make him.  And to my credit as a parent, I was able to make him clean when we arrived home from nursery school.  THOUGH, not to my credit as a parent, he had probably forgotten all about the mess and who or what had made said mess.  (He honestly seemed genuinely surprised, complete with a "HUH??!!", when he saw his room.)

Anyway, work was rather relaxed, I was able to shop a bit with my sister in the afternoon.  My only exciting purchase was a pair of furry monster boots for my son, which are pictured above.

At home, Thursdays are becoming sushi night, and I picked up some take-out that was thoroughly enjoyable.  I then curled up on the couch and watched the conclusion of Jane Eyre, and Ooooh that tall dark Mr. Rochester is totally my thing!!!

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