As you know, Shep has been sick most of the week. Now he’s mostly getting over the sick, but holding firmly to the tired and grouchy part.
After Neko went to school, Shep and I ran a few errands. Dropping something off at my mom’s school, then off to recycling. When we were done, we had enough time left over to go home and play for a bit.
As we walked in the kitchen, it suddenly dawned on Shep that we had not visited anywhere mind-blowing, like, say, Disneyland, so he threw himself to the ground and sobbed, “But I wanted to go SOMEWHERE!”
I asked him where he wanted to go, and he threw out the idea of this playplace that’s an hour away. Well, that was definitely not happening, so then a 30 minute tantrum ensued.
After I just couldn’t take it anymore, I gathered him up and plunked him down on the couch with a Wiggles DVD, a big blanket, and his pacifier. And it was at that point that I realized that he must have really been exhausted, because he sat in that spot for over an hour, not moving a muscle.
And, people, that never happens in this household. Ever.