After last night’s post (which I’m honestly too scared to reread), I feel it’s necessary to reassure you I haven’t relapsed. I’m just not coping well with my new completely involuntary diet of rice and water. (Although I was able to stomach tomato soup last night. Bonus!)
Big G likes his life very scheduled. This is at direct odds with my total inability to schedule things that aren’t absolutely necessary (doctor’s appointments, etc.). Because of this, I love school days. Preschool gives me 3.5 hours (three days a week) that I don’t have to attempt to plot out all 86,400 seconds of the day in advance for Big G. Yes, I Googled the number of seconds in a day for dramatic effect. You’re welcome. Also, shut up. It was easier than using the calculator.
This morning we had the usual conversation, but with a slight variation that made me giggle, so I thought I’d share.
Big G: What are we doing today?
Me: You’re going to school!
Big G: Again?!
Me: You know, when you’re in kindergarten, you’ll go to school every day.
Big G: That’s impossible!
I didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d be doing that for at least the next 13 years of his life. I’m a pretty awesome mom like that.