Fridays are usually easy, semi-weekend days. Today started that way, but alas, could not sustain it. I ran some errands and hung out around the house until it was time to get the Kid. His end of the year show was today, so I had a change of clothes to bring him and was all ready to go, or so I thought. First, I forgot his snack. Then I forgot the library card. Then I forgot the program. Ok out the door. When I got to the school, I was planning on waiting out the 30 minute break by going to the library. But when I got there I saw the moms all had baked goods and I realized the cake I'd seen in the oven was supposed to be what I brought. So the Kid and I rushed back home for the cake. It takes about 10 minutes to make the walk, so we didn't have a lot of down time at the house. He changed into his clothes and I tried to make sure I wasn't forgetting something else. I asked if he wanted some water, and I got an unpleasant response of "aw no, why water? I want juice." Ok, well we don't have juice. Only orange juice, which he doesn't like. I don't know why I even asked, but it was too late for that. He blames me for the lack of juice in the house, which is frustrating when I don't do the shopping. I understand fits when I just say no, but when it's not even in the house, I get a little short tempered.
We ran back to school, and I threw him in his classroom and waited for the show. I couldn't see the first couple of classes, but by the time he was up, parents had moved aside to let the rest of us watch. It was all very cute, and I filmed it for his parents. After the show, their was a fair and dinner. He only wanted to play on the playground and not do any of the games. There was a raffle if you did 10 games, so I persuaded him to try a couple. He is very fairly aware of his skill level, so some were a no go, but some he was very happy to do twice. At this point I forgot about the raffle. There was no way we were getting through 10 games. We grabbed dinner after a botched attempt at understanding the ticket system. I would just hand them my punch card, and hoped at the end I'd have enough for cake. Because if the Kid saw all that cake and didn't get any, there'd be hell to pay. I was just impressed I got him to eat dinner, because the boy has one of the biggest sweet tooths I've ever encountered.
After dinner he played on the playground, and I sat there stressed, as kids played too rough, and no one stopped them. The Mom got stuck at work, so she was finally able to arrive around 8:45. I had managed to remember to grab a travel book from the library for her trip to Italy next week, so at least that went as planned. I headed home, and then out to a friends for some cards and general silliness. I needed to get out tonight and was happy that the day was over. In some ways it was easy, because he was generally very happy, but all the kids and screaming was overwhelming. They were all going off on their own, running around like crazy people. The Kid stuck right next to my side, holding my hand and waiting patiently. One of those, I know he actually likes my days.
Another small thing, I found a country radio station. I'm not sure how I missed it before, but driving home listing to Brooks and Dunn was definitely a first in France.
We ran back to school, and I threw him in his classroom and waited for the show. I couldn't see the first couple of classes, but by the time he was up, parents had moved aside to let the rest of us watch. It was all very cute, and I filmed it for his parents. After the show, their was a fair and dinner. He only wanted to play on the playground and not do any of the games. There was a raffle if you did 10 games, so I persuaded him to try a couple. He is very fairly aware of his skill level, so some were a no go, but some he was very happy to do twice. At this point I forgot about the raffle. There was no way we were getting through 10 games. We grabbed dinner after a botched attempt at understanding the ticket system. I would just hand them my punch card, and hoped at the end I'd have enough for cake. Because if the Kid saw all that cake and didn't get any, there'd be hell to pay. I was just impressed I got him to eat dinner, because the boy has one of the biggest sweet tooths I've ever encountered.
After dinner he played on the playground, and I sat there stressed, as kids played too rough, and no one stopped them. The Mom got stuck at work, so she was finally able to arrive around 8:45. I had managed to remember to grab a travel book from the library for her trip to Italy next week, so at least that went as planned. I headed home, and then out to a friends for some cards and general silliness. I needed to get out tonight and was happy that the day was over. In some ways it was easy, because he was generally very happy, but all the kids and screaming was overwhelming. They were all going off on their own, running around like crazy people. The Kid stuck right next to my side, holding my hand and waiting patiently. One of those, I know he actually likes my days.
Another small thing, I found a country radio station. I'm not sure how I missed it before, but driving home listing to Brooks and Dunn was definitely a first in France.
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