Julian has two dips in his biorhythm where he often thinks about going down for a nap: 10am and between 1-4pm. If we're in the car at those times, he'll often just conk out. Today he was clearly drowsy, but not out. As we went into T.I. around noonish, he said "Abba, I'm tired." - a phrase that never escapes his lips. Nevertheless, I'd promised him he'd see Savta Bobby, so we stayed. He didn't conk out on the way home, and I let him watch TV until 2pm or so, hoping he'd drift off. He showed all signs of exhaustion - drooping lids, staying in place, etc., but when I put him in his room he refused to stay down. He specifically took his cup of water and spit it all over the walls of his room. So, I let him out, even though I was in no shape to parent. He watched the rest of his movie, and then wanted to play. No can do. Eventually, while he was having a snack, Karen called and said "Why don't you call my mom? If she can come, she will..." So I did, and she showed up around 5:30pm or so.
I dropped them at the Cheezy Rat at around 6pm and went to run errands. I hit four places in under 1/2 hour, and went back to the Cheezy Rat. The two of them were sitting at a table; she said "He made his rounds of the place and then said he was hungry." Well, resolving hunger issues was one of the things I'd taken care of, so we left there, got real pizza, and came home. He ate half a piece of pizza and between four and five billion french fries, and then I put him to bed. He went in at 7:30pm, which if you consider the fact that he normally takes a 2-3 hour nap, it was 9:30 or 10:30 to him. He went right down, although he bitched mightily about it.
Now, the reason for my typing this is not to tell you my tale of woe (Not "whoa", Keanu), but to tell you of my brilliance.
The sequel? You want the title? Okay: TWO DRINK MINIMUM
- Current Mood:
creative
- Current Music:"One bourbon, one scotch, one beer", George Thorogood
Comments
Holy crap. Is this a scene from my future?
Heh. Heheheheh.
There'll likely be days where you'd happily swap for only spitting water on the walls...
Or, you could end up with one of those kids who just never do any of the really scary stuff. Then all the rest of the parents have to come over and set fire to your house. It's a rule.
At all.
Not more or less trouble, just different.
This from the father of two, one of each
Maybe not a exact scene, but it's a-coming.
Love the book titles.
Keep the splash line, and put on the other one "The Only Parenting Book You'll Ever Want. With a free straw!"
(I'd like to write a book: "Parent is not a verb.")
Ooh, yes!
Julian's been asleep for more than an hour. I've just mixed my two drinks. Here's hoping the evening improves. I should have gotten a straw.
And water is nothing. My infant has already managed to get urine on the walls.