After morning prayers this morning Isabella asked me to read from one of her current favorites: Alexander and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day. I agreed in theory but started pulling all of that annoying mom nonsense. First, I had to put on my socks and slippers. Then I wanted to move from my bed to the couch in the living room. And then no sooner had we settled in on the couch but I noticed that she wasn’t wearing socks or slippers and so I insisted we get up and but I insisted we put on her socks and slippers first.
And somehow on the way to get them she lost the book and we couldn’t find it. I was pulling all the cushions off the couch, getting down on my hands and knees to look under the couch (and when you’re 37 weeks pregnant that’s no mean feat!)…. And all the while she kept insisting she wanted me to read “day” and her voice was getting that hysterical whining note that said a full-fledged toddler tantrum was just around the corner. (I was impressed by her referring to the book by a truncated title, though.)
I looked and looked and looked…. and finally found it in the kitchen and I don’t know when she even went in there with the book.
It was kind of funny in retrospect, but not so much at the time because she was in near tears over not being able to find that specific book and I feared the consequences had I not been able to find it.