Every day is like a different color. Some are bright and some rather dull and drab. Some are so saturated with brain-numbing hues they wear you out by noon, and others are a bit easier to look at for a full 18-hour period.
Monday was a blood-red color, I'd say. It was a rough day for Iraq. Transitions are difficult in general, and transitioning from the weekend to the school week can pose some challenges. On Monday, those challenges (in order of appearance) were; getting up, getting dressed, picking a breakfast, getting caught trying to put pills in the garbage, begging to take a lunch-box lunch, getting a coat on, getting out the door...
Yup - that was the look I was awarded with when it was time to get a coat on. It crossed my mind to shove her out the door sans coat in the 20 F chill of the morning. Instead, I took another deep breath.
After school we faded from blood-red to a pulsating fuchsia. Sharing was an issue... but it pretty much always is. The Skink is doing fairly well on the sharing front. Iraq... not so much.
Today was a much nicer pink hue! We enjoyed temperatures in the 50's. Tired of hibernating in our "den" for the winter, we came out of hiding after school for some outdoor fun with scooters, running and chalk. Even the boys came out and did a bit of fix-up stuff by replacing the worn-out flag holder with a brand new one, and a new flag pole!
Who knows what color we'll get tomorrow?
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