I apologize --I didn't proofread before publishing! So, please forgive any mistakes...thanks...
*Hubby left by 6:15AM. The London people are here (his clients) and so he'll be working crazy hours all week. That's okay with me! At least he isn't actually IN England.
*I was so tired, I slept until almost 8AM. Luckily, my daughters always get themselves ready for school anyway.
*After sending the girls off to school, I finished getting the boys ready for the day, showered, and remembered to wear green.
*I dropped off #3 at preschool, returned home, finished the make-up, hair, etc. and #4 and I headed to my midwife appointment.
And that's where something happened (and I need your opinion):
The waiting room just has some of those shape-bead-slider-wood things. You know what I mean? I can't remember what they're called. Anyway, #4 found a tiny little plastic dinosaur on the ground. He continued to love it and want it as the appointment went on. When the appt. was over, I asked the receptionist lady if they had dinosaur toys in the office and she said "No, it was probably dropped here by another child --but nobody has asked or called about it" and then I said "Well, if we take it home, someone will probably call about it, right?" hoping for a chuckle. I got nothin'.
Then I noticed a couple in the waiting area looking at me like I was INSANE.
So, I let #4 take it. I didn't make him leave it. As we walked to the car, I realized the crusty stare from the couple in the waiting area had continued as I left the office, and I thought "Should I have left the dinosaur on the floor?" I mean, if my kid lost his tiny plastic dinosaur on the ground between HERE and THERE and I didn't know where it was, you'd better believe I wouldn't be calling around looking for it.
It's like 10 cm or something.
So, dear reader, was I wrong? Should I have left the toy? Or does it fall into that gray area of "whatever"? Did I miss out on an opportunity to teach my 2 year old on returning things to...the floor? Was the crusty-looks by the on-lookers justified? Because as much as I'm trying to not worry about it, I am worrying about it.
*After getting home from the midwife appt, I proceeded to weed for 30 minutes. On Saturday, during my clean-the-yard-like-crazy, I discovered that in one of our flower beds in our front yard, my bulbs are coming up! I planted these tulip bulbs almost 5 years ago. Whoo-hoo! But the grass has grown like crazy over them, and they are getting choked out. So, I weeded a lot, but it takes time. Today, I think I might have hit the half-way mark...
*Then #4 and I went to pick up #3 and I ended up finding him throwing a royal fit --sobbing, really --at his teacher's house (she teaches out of her home). Here's the story:
He found some silver key on Saturday in our yard that we didn't recognize, so he claimed it. He has taken it EVERYWHERE and lost it twice already. This morning, I told him he could NOT take it to preschool because he might lose it.
The punk took it anyway.
He was sobbing because during outside playtime, he had lost it and it was now time to go home. So, upset with him (so disappointed he would lie to me and take it with him all secretly), we went back to the yard and searched for it. Luckily, I found it fairly quickly. But I put it in my back pocket and told him he couldn't play with it for the rest of the day.
The sobbing intensified.
We then talked about WHY I told him not to take the key --because I knew he would lose it. And he did.
*We came home and I started laundry (well, the laundry I didn't finish yesterday).
*Now I have to pick up the Kindergarten carpool in about 5 minutes.
*The bright side? My sister is coming for lunch and should be here soon.
But HOLY COW! It's not even Noon! And I still have some housework (daily stuff) and piano lessons. And dinner. And my Neighborhood Newsletter to finish and get sent out to my publisher.
How's your day goin'? Oh, and would you have given me the Crusty Looks?