Monday Monday

It's been an interesting day. I had an interview today for a document review position at a mass tort firm - it is a contract position, so it would only be for a few months, but it would be a job, and it would be money coming in.

I then went to the Corner Bakery - the best paninis I've had (though I haven't had them at many places), and picked up lunch and some snacks for the family - they have some REALLY good brownies and baby bundt cakes.

I got home and let the wife get back to work; she'd been watching the Apple. He did all right for a bit, but he has been pretty much exhausted all day. I think he's a little under the weather, but he doesn't have a fever; he's just really tired and grumpy.

Grumpy. He started throwing a fit right around 1-ish. He started screaming and crying and carrying on because he wanted to watch a show. He wanted Veggie Tales, so I put Veggie Tales on - the very same tape he handed me. Wow, did I screw up big time. I apparently managed to put the wrong tape in the VCR - he started carrying on like it was going out of style. I held him for a bit, then I let him lay down - neither one worked, so I turned the tape off. Well, that was a mistake. He didn't want to watch the Veggie Tales tape he asked to watch, but he sure as hell didn't want to not watch it. So we had another fit. This resulted in my bringing him upstairs, so he could lay down and relax. I had to basically restrain him for about 15 minutes while he had his fit - I'm pretty sure you could hear him outside and down the street about a half mile - I finally got him to lay still, and told him that if he wanted to go back downstairs, he'd have to lay still for five minutes. This started him up again, but at least he was laying on the bed. I close my eyes and just start counting my breaths (I'm breathing slowly), and the Apple stops crying. I open my eyes, and his are closed. I look at the clock - it's been five minutes.

An hour later and it's time to go get the Princess from school. This requires me to wake up the Apple, which I'm loathe to do, since he put up such a fit before. So I figure I can outsmart him (yes, I'm really trying to figure out a way to outsmart a 3 year old) by getting his clothes on before waking him up. Well, this doesn't work, and he wakes up continuing the same scream fest he was serenading me with as he fell asleep. I finally throw some clothes on him and get him in the car sans shoes, he's screaming at the top of his lungs this whole time, and we drive to the Princess's school. Right as we're about to pick up the Princess, I hear him stop crying, which is always a sign that he's up to something. I look back, and he's climbed halfway out of his child seat and is trying to strip naked. I manage to get him clad again, just in time to pick up the princess, who the Apple tries to hit, because she dared to get in the car - the witch! As we get home, the Apple insists I hand him his socks, which he's thrown into the front seat, and when we get in he buries himself in my chair and hasn't moved for an hour.

So how was your day?