Where is the time going?

Well, I rocked “fun parent” status on Saturday, with trips to both the splash park and Chuck E Cheese (the latter being at 2pm on a Saturday, take THAT, sanity). We also had lunch at McD’s with my sister who managed to be … well, fine actually. It was a good visit and I haven’t seen her in at least a year and a half due to her guano craziness. But it was fine. I even met her equally nutso boyfriend that she curses about on facebook incessantly, and he was perfectly respectful (also respectfully declined coming with us to lunch, which I appreciated). We also saw my mom and bought pjs for Henry and shoes for Spencer … look, shoes for Spencer were not on the list but he kept insisting on wearing these sandals where the soles had split and the insides were coming out and I had had it. So I bought him new sandals (even though he had perfectly good other sandals at home) and had the cashier throw those old ones away. Done and done.

I don’t know how it’s already Wednesday and I feel like there’s so much to say but if I wait to split posts, will it ever get said? I might should probably bullet this. Will I? Jury’s out.

Yesterday Spencer got in trouble at summer daycare, and it was a stupid little thing – he and a friend were “throwing cars” (in quotations because he said they were just doing cool tricks but I informed him that if the car leaves the safety of your hand, it’s now being thrown) and she told him to stop so he doesn’t hurt the other kids and he wouldn’t. It’s a small thing, but it’s a nearly every day thing with him there. Spencer has been there since he was 6 months old, and he was SUCH AN EASY CHILD that now that he’s school age with opinions and attitude, she doesn’t quite know what to do with him. So anyhow, it was a small thing but it was the proverbial straw on the camel’s back so he got in relatively big trouble. No kindle, no Wii games, no watching daddy play computer games, no tv before bed. Nothing F.U.N. or S.P.E.C.I.A.L.

So there was crying but then he got over it and we did our grocery shopping. When we shop and they are good, we stop at the bakery for cookies. Always. It doesn’t matter if it’s 30 minutes till dinner, whatever. The only times they don’t is if we’re running in for just a couple things or if they have not been good directly before grocery trip (in which case it’s usually both of them). But this time … well, you know where this is going right? Henry got his cookie. Spencer did not.

Honestly, I was kind of proud of Spencer and how he handled his extreme disappointment. And he was extremely disappointed. He stood there, head hung low, eyes watching Henry eat his sprinkle cookie, and just quietly cried. No tantrum, no crazy indignation. He knew he was being punished, and that maybe he kind of deserved it. He was upset for quite a while, but he finally got over it and moved on with his evening. This happened again at bedtime when he realized (apparently he forgot) that he would miss his show he again did the pitiful silent cry while he read instead of enjoying Tumble Leaf.

“Mom, Tita is never going to tell you anything ever again.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m never going to do it again.”

Yeah, we’ll see. Anyhow, so hopefully he learned his lesson and can get things together so it can be a happy time at daycare.