Worst Part of the Day - A preschool conference (for SB) right in the middle of my four hours o' free time? Booooo. Especially when it was a BS conference full of "is he a good eater?" "How are his sleeping habits?" Um - am I at the pediatrician? Didn't think so. The teacher is a sweet (we moved him on down to the other class where potty training is taught not deadlined). But it just felt like another errand in an errand filled morning (when o when am I going to get a nap and a lunch out? Hopefully soon.) I just didn't quite get it .... I mean if there is a problem, call me in. Otherwise I'll assume he had a fun day of playing, waiting his turn, doing crafts and going outside.
Best Part of the Day - FINALLY got the last of the unpacking done. It was all in the guest room and now the room is spic n' span and ready for visitors. It makes me happy, happy to just take peeks in the room (l-l-l-lameo!).
Aromatherapy? SB was messing with some stuff in my room and to keep him occupied, I gave him some perfumed lotion. I thought that he would just take some out and put it on his hand (as he has done prior). But I turned around to find him dousing the top of his head with the lotion. So now all day as he approached me I had flashbacks of overzealous perfume ladies at department stores. Pure White Linen mixed with little boy dirt is not overly appealing FYI.
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