Preston had a rough day yesterday. It started out great but went down-hill fast. We dropped the girls off at school and headed to my doctor’s appointment.
I forced him to play on a ride-on mall toy thing. He hated it.
Then, while we were in the waiting room, he saw an ant climbing the wall and ran away in fear. He didn’t want to be anywhere near it. Terrified, he was.
Then, on the way to the pharmacy, again I forced him into one of those mall toy things. He completely flipped out.
We walked by Starbucks and I stuffed a cake pop down his throat.
When we picked up the prescription, I dragged him to the bakery for his free cookie.
Next up we headed to my workplace for a few things. Miss Kathy gave him a cookie (or two). Then Pastor Lorn gave him a sucker. THE POOR KID, RIGHT?!
Our last stop before heading home was picking up a package from the post office. He nearly went postal while we were waiting in line (no, wait, that was me) and then screamed his head off when the postal worker shoved a finger puppet thinger on his finger. I mean, really. The kid can’t catch a break!
The rest of the day was kind of rocky, but then, before he went to bed, I read to him about Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Preston then reflected upon his day and empathized with Alexander about how horrifically awful life can be sometimes.
Preston fell asleep with the hope that tomorrow is another day, and that day could be legen … wait for it … DARY.