It all started when he came down in shorts and a shirt- completely fine. Until I saw he had dark navy socks in his hand. That's where the trouble all began. His fashion style isn't the best, it mimicks my dad's but even dad doesn't wear that! All 3 girls in the family are trying to teach Fashion 101 to M, but it seems lately, he needs some Fashion 911. Yes, I am aware he's 5. Then he wanted to wear these slip on shoes that are ridiculous looking and way too big and were handed down to us from our neighbor. M was set on these shoes. Tried to peruade the Crocs... nope, he wanted the slip ons. I tried to convince him that he can wear those when he gets home from school. Again, no. After being told that the pebble rocks at WCA's playground get into his Crocs and hurt his feet, I attempted to go down the avenue of tennis shoes. Still, a no and a "fine, I'm just not going to school today!" which came with arms crossed, a pout, and plopping down next to the toy box. Sort of like this picture.
By now, mom has left to get H to school on time because she has a field trip to downtown H'ville this morning. In this craziness, I see homework on the table. Oh no... not again. H left her homework again and didn't put it in her backpack. This was icing on the cake.
Thankfully, dad was on his way to work so he was going to take M with him and drop him off at school. The battle of the shoes is still going on. Dad throws down the tennis shoes and a pair of white socks. This ticks off M even more. Somehow, after breaking a sweat, I get the shoes on thinking I've won. Oh, no no no. Now he wants his backpack, which is in mom's car. I told him to get over it, get in dad's car, I'll have H take his backpack in with her (what would we do without cell phones?) Now I've won- my prize is silence. A silent house without a screaming 5 year old. Good grief.
Meanwhile, I am admitting my bookworm-ness. I put away another Nicholas Sparks book this week. I started in on Monday and finished it Wednesday night. Riveting stuff, I tell you. Although, I've noticed his pattern, every book I've read (minus A Walk to Remember) has the same story line, only different characters and a few different sequences. Yet, I stayed up until 1 am reading the rest of The Choice because it reveals the wife is in a coma and might not wake up. In between texting Z, my eyes were watery and finally, tears started rolling. I've never had this happen to me. Ever. This was monumental.
So, I am a bookworm. I will read a book really fast if I really like it. The one I'm reading now is Remind Me Again Why I Need a Man? It's hysterical, but a lot like Bridget Jones, only it isn't Bridget.
In the meantime, y'all need to go this site if you're a Grey's junkie like I am. It's a hoot, and if you saw last night's episode, you'd totally get it :)