Later, these things are sometimes funny. Like the morning of that lovely Spring Break day at the beach really wasn't so lovely. We barely got out of the house on time -- the early part of our outing was a school science club event that had a set start time -- and when I went into the kids' bathroom I found hair everywhere. Huh? Hair? Why is there hair all over?
Oh, Ben said, I cut my hair. I'm not even sure I could articulate a response. It seems some of his hair was sticking out, so, well, he cut it off (and now 2 weeks later it is sticking up even worse, but that's another issue, I guess). Isn't this something 3 year olds do? Couldn't he at least clean up after himself?
In the end there was no real harm done and some where along I-4, I calmed down. Patience. Need more.
So tonight, I needed another dose. Ben loves to read. This is a good thing. This is a thing that makes me really, really happy. He is truly a reader, a kid who plows through books, takes them in the car, reads them at breakfast and hates when I tell him it's bedtime and he needs to stop reading. This drives me crazy, of course, as he acts like wanting him to get a decent night sleep makes me the worst mom ever -- sometimes he even says as much.
It makes for a lousy way to end the night. But probably in the morning I'll have my sweet boy back, at least until I tell him to stop reading and get ready for school.