what is my mom trying to do to me? i'm going to be scared for life right? deep emotional trauma from which i may never recover. last night was messed up.
i ate my dinner just fine. i didn't give mom any hassle. i got to stay up a little passed my bed time because dad was late getting home. mom said i could spend time with him while his dinner cooked and then once dinner was ready i had to go nightnight. ok fine. it was nice to spend time with dad. mom came and took me off to bed. i was cool with that because by 8.30 i was pretty tired. i curled up with blankie and mom.
i woke up. i often wake up a short while after i go to bed. i cry and mom comes to get me and we sleep in the big bed together. that's what's supposed to happen. that's what always happens. well not last night. i whimpered a bit and no mom. i kicked it up a notch and still no mom. i pitched a shrieking fit and threw things out of my bed and still no mom. finally i got bored and sat down to whimper and feel sorry for myself. mom came in for her bedtime and i jumped right up and started crying again. she turned around and left. what the hell. i'm crying here. that was the last i saw of her until this morning.
man i had a really great sleep. i slept through all of my favorite shows. i didn't get up until after 8am. the sun was even out by the time i got up. mom was there too. when she picked me up, i grabbed her real tight.
mom gave me some corn flakes to munch on while she made my breakfast. she babbled on that since it's cold out again and we have a busy day, i should probably have some oatmeal for my breakfast. fucking hell, didn't you get the memo lady- no more bland tasteless mush! she only made me half a batch and then it got mixed with a fruity pot, damn if it didn't taste alright. i ate the whole bowl. i also had some baby orange slices, mom says they will help me with the rest of this stupid cold.
after breakfast mom and i played for a bit and then got dressed. mom said we had stuff to do, stuff to do. great. we walked into town and i was a pretty good boy. our first stop was the grocery store. i had to sit in my buggy and i was fine with that. i helped mom get things we kinda needed. after that mom rolled me to the cathedral.
i had a fit at the cathedral. i didn't want to walk and i didn't want to ride in buggy. i wanted mom to carry me. i screamed and shrieked and danced around. mom just laughed and patted my head saying- there, there. then she took off walking. what the hell. so i walked along next to her while i shrieked and cried. i tried to sit down in protest and when i did, the woman picked me up and strapped me in buggy. she put a rice cake in my hand and told me to knock it off. so i whimpered and pouted.
in the end we made it to our next destination- monkey music! oh oh oh oh awesome! i'm in the big kid class now. everyone walks and talks and i'm pretty sure a few of them use the potty. we have a new teacher, her name is abi. she let me hold monkey today. i was a little rambunctious during class, but not too bad considering it was our first day back. i had a great time.