I think Little Z has developed the ability to raise his body temperature and running fake fever that entitles him to be picked up early from nursery. Today was the third time I pick him up due to a low grade fever, and then once home - nothing. The first time this happened, I thought both my thermometers weren't working. The doctor confirmed he was perfectly fine. Just a toddler and already devising ways to get out of school!
This afternoon he also graced me with a full fledged fit. The irrational, nothing-on-this-earth-will-soothe-me kind of fit. I was impressed that, this didn't phase me nearly as much as it used to. I packed a screaming toddler (I'm pretty sure the entire neighborhood could hear him) into the car seat - against his will - and strapped him in. Then I drove calmly and slowly trying to soothe with some words and songs but knowing that as the screams got louder I should speak less.
It took less than five minutes. I drove home, settled him into bed and then plopped down on the couch remembering a recent conversation I had with another mother of three, who's 4 year old was just about to start preschool.
She was pretty upset because he was her last and this meant the end a phase. I completely related and even almost teared up. His first are definitely my lasts, as the blogger with three children had eloquently said in her post that had moved me to tears.
Then the mom said, "Now what do I do?"
Surprisingly, that remark totally startled me. All I could think was, I have enough project ideas to fill my lifetime if I could ever be spared more than 10 minutes to myself to
focus.
Thought of the day:
The more I experience, the more I realize how limited my experience is.
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