Happy Monday readers. I have a question for you.
Have you ever made a quick run to your local store to buy a couple of headstones, only to have your 3-year-old immediately latch onto what must be the most annoying toy in the whole store, becoming completely and utterly transfixed with it?
And, since it's Sunday afternoon and you are tired from working around the house all day culminating in putting up Halloween decorations, you're sure that it is going to require much more energy than you can currently muster to *convince* your son that he doesn't really need this particular toy, it's currently half price making its cost less than the price of a Starbucks signature cup of coffee, and he is also asking you very nicely for it, you decide to play the part of the generous and giving parent by saying, YES, he can have it?
But then, by the time you get home you know that decision was a mistake because the sound of this toy is already annoying you to no end. Plus, this feeling is only exaserbated by your son immediately showing the toy off to your wife who, an expert at multi-tasking, is at the same time complimenting him on how cool his new toy is, while at the same time giving you the what were you thinking? glance and the you should have known better furl of her brow.
And you, having no real defense to fall back on, just shrug your shoulders and exclaim "Sorry Honey, I'm weak". But then you temporarily redeem yourself by hiding said toy while your son is looking away, then masterfully completing the distraction by offering to let him help you put up the Halloween lights to confuse him into forgetting about the toy.
Is this familiar at all? Anyone?
Well if so, then you probably also know that the next morning (a Monday) when he once again finds his toy (which you have failed to properly hide or exuberantly stomp into a non-workable state of existence while he slept) you will ultimately be forced to listen to it on a constant, ear throb inducing loop until you deliver your son, finally, to his preschool destination.
But the worse part is that even later, well into the afternoon on Monday, you will still not be able to get these sounds out of your head.