3.5 year olds… are assertive. It’s important for their development as confident individuals… but…

But once in a great while his contrary attitude wears on my last nerve.

Does everything have to be such an ordeal? Can we not walk a block home from the pool without making a big production number out of it? Literally? Because he was actually trying to put on a 30 minute show? That was largely the ABC song over and over? On the neighbor’s driveway?

Ordinarily, it’s very charming. Whimsically creative, even. But after two straight hours of indecisiveness, lollygagging, tantrums, whining and general annoyingness that’s really just a continuation of this mood he’s been in this week, I’m just about done.

So now we’re finally home, and finally eating dinner at 9:15pm.

Anyway. It was a good first week at work. My boss is a great guy, and a lot of the other folks seem very friendly. And I’m told I’ll never have to pay for a DVD burner or high-density hard drive again, as there are always plenty of extra samples lying around.

Ahhh. Okay. I’ve vented. I’ve relaxed. Now I’m refreshed, and ready to read The Cat in the Hat.

The Cat in the Hat. Now he was assertive.