Angry Toddler has only recently vocalized the fact that there are two kinds of days: "stay-home" days and "not stay-home" days. She woke up this morning and tried to persuade me that today was a stay-home day and that we could go to the zoo.
When she realized it was Monday and not a stay-home day, she cried. I did too. Welcome to the rest of your life, honey.
Monday, October 31, 2005
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What a lovely memory. I wish I could do something similar for her.
It would be nice if schedules were less concrete in this world. A little extra freedom would break up a lot of monotany, and I think improve the general moods of many sort of people, young and old alike.
Having a set 9-5 is really quite depressing, I do not like it one bit.
I think it was tougher on me driving her in. Very sad (even though she loves her daycare cohort).
When I was little, up to first grade, my mom would let me skip school if I was feeling particularly clingy or sad. It wasn't a day of fun though: I went to her classes (she was getting her AA at the time) and would sit in the back of the room and read. I liked the pretend that I was a college student, and would chew on the earpiece of my glasses and make "intellectual" faces.
My teachers usually protested that if I remained at school, I would calm down (which was usually true) but Mom thought there was no harm in letting me come with her while she could. Unfortunately, not everyone's schedules allow for this.
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