Monday mornings have become a real challenge around our house. This is kind of a surprise, as Chad and I have always gotten up early and were never really the sort to be all "ugh, Monday." Maybe it's because we always seem to be so busy on the weekends that Monday isn't actually any less restful.
At any rate, turns out that Noah does struggle with Monday mornings now that he is going to day care on Mondays. I don't think he has any problem with actually going to school, but he DEFINITELY does NOT want to put on pants and does not want to use the potty and he wants to play with the zipper on that bag and no he is not hungry and mommy put the water in there NO, IN THERE and he wants to read a book but not that book and he wants to take a shower and where is the kitty and NO HE DOES NOT WANT TO GET DRESSED NO NO NO NO NO NON NONONONONONOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH
And then we are standing there, with a screaming toddler smearing boogers all over daddy's shoulder, wondering what the hell happened.
And then we force him into pants and get him downstairs and into the stroller or the car because that is what you do when you are a working parent, and all of a sudden he is totally fine and chatting about the weather.
(it was raining)
The moral of the story: toddlers are confusing.
I will leave you with a picture from happier times (aka Thursday afternoon), with the expectation that Mondays are actually more traumatizing for me than for Noah and things will be totally fine tomorrow.