Friday, September 12, 2008

Pppttttttthhhh...

This morning (realizing that it isn't even 9am yet) has been...not good.

I had one leg to go on a custom Malabrigo Striped monster when I realized that I was going to run out of one of the colors, so I ordered more. It came in yesterday but I didn't really look at it until last night. I knit up about half the leg and went to bed. This morning I woke up and confirmed what I was afraid of...the colorway doesn't match the first leg. The color is exactly the same, but the first leg is WAY more varigated than the second. Meaning I am going to have to frog that first leg and do it over with the new yarn. Hoping that I have enough of the other 2 colors to redo it. Gah!

Henry has been very confused about breakfast at school thus far. It is a state mandated free breakfast for Kindergarteners program, so it comes with a lot of rules that aren't very intuitive to a 5 year old. I started typing out all the options and crazy combinations, but bored myself into slumber, knocked my head on the keyboard and decided to spare you the details. The point is-I decided to walk Henry through the line this morning so I could show him how he could just get cold cereal. I wanted to show him that if he got an empty tray, they'd let him get the lightly sweetened Multi-Grain Cheerios he is so very fond of. I accidentally picked up the tray and handed it to him, which was the same as punching him right in the nose as far as he was concerned. He refused to take it from me and wouldn't move so the line piled up behind him. When I finally got him to take the damn tray and move to his spot in line, he ripped. the. tray. in. half. I picked him up and took him over to the side where he promptly sat down on the floor, took his shoes off and refused to move.

At this point let me just remind you that this is all happening in front of ALL the other parents dropping off their non-psychotic children and HIS TEACHER. Sweet Jeebus.

I picked him up and stuck him at his class table, apologized profusely to his teacher and told him I was out of there. At which point he grabbed my hand, took off his spawn from hell costume, gave me a big kiss, apologized and asked if we could try it one more time. And we skipped hand in hand through the breakfast line, choosing all the right options and getting the beloved lightly sweetened Multi-Grain Cheerios. I can't wait for the teenage years. If he is this hot and cold now I'm sure he'll be an absolute joy once the hormones kick in...

In Classic Crankypants news:

The shipment is in Charlotte. It should ship today and be to me on Monday. I will start printing labels on Monday and ship the first batch on Tuesday. I am going to start sending balance invoices today so you have the weekend to pay them. Payments received by Monday at noon should go out on Tuesday, barring any major shipping snafus on the other end.

Also. People from last weeks' pre-order and those of you who re-ordered (this is as confusing as kindergarten breakfast, no?)- I am going to be able to fill some of your orders from this shipment as well. I will send balance invoiced to those whose orders I can fill.

Happy Friday!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, so sorry about your morning Amy! Hope the rest of the day goes just peachy :) Nic

Jodi - aka Crazy Vizsla Lady said...

LOL! I had to giggle at your morning with Henry. It is a similiar situation to mine when I pick up my Ethan from school and I have to take him out kicking and screaming as he does not want to leave.

Add that to having to lug my 4month old who in his infant car seat had a combined total weight of 30+lbs and both days it had rained!

UGH - childhood drama!

Betsy King said...

Hilarious. ; ) (The tantrum, not the yarn not matching.) Sorry girl!

catie said...

Sorry about the yarn issue-but if I might..your son got himself back together after a major meltdown, on his own, mind you. Way to go, Mom! You're doing something RIGHT!! You didn't lose it. Pat yourself on the back. And have a GREAT rest of your day!

Anonymous said...

what catie said. Good job mom! I would have lost it (or, at least cried).

Dayna Barolin said...

Wow, how familiar. Been there, done that and I'm sure I'll do it again unfortunately. Boys are sooo different than girls.