5:30 and the boy is still asleep. When he wakes up he’ll be reminded that the terrible nightmare he thought he was having earlier is actually real, and that Mommy is not in fact going to be home soon as she is otherwise so often described. There’s no sugar coating it for him; to Stinkboy Tuesday night might as well be 2015. I’m hoping another properly administered dose of cookies will effectively clog his memory of the ugly Mommy related facts when he finally does wake up.
Not gonna make it over over to the Chief Educators house today, but the boy and I will be there tomorrow at some point, possibly even with doughnuts. This evening it will be eat-pizza-and-play-with-the boy-time, followed by sit-on-couch-and-watch-insane-Korean-revenge-movie-the-CFO-had-no-interest-in-seeing-while-having-a-scotch-(or two)-time. Some good times ahead.
