See the textbook I'm holding? It's "Everything's an Argument." Well, given H's treatment of my return to school, I think he's arguing against it. He did thoroughly enjoy his time hanging out with his new babysitter in the institute building (complete with ping pong balls and a basketball court--could life for H get any better?). BUT he also thoroughly protested the disruption in his schedule by refusing to nap the morning of my first day teaching and the entire day today. That's right. Just a lot of crying going on around here. Oh, and a lot of destruction. Because a no-napping H means not only do I not get anything done, but H creates even more for me to do. Case in point from this afternoon:
That would be cd and video cases, most of which also do not have their contents in them, thanks to H who likes to open each one to inspect it (and remove it).
And then there's this new development called throwing-everything-I-can-find-upstairs-off-the-landing.
There goes the Diego flashlight to join the pile.
So hopefully H adjusts quickly, seeing as how I did actually plan my 1 hr, 15 min class time for right in-between his naps. And hopefully teaching doesn't prove to be overwhelming for me. Today I could have done without the added stress of a standstill on the freeway due to a car accident, nor was losing my textbook somewhere on campus after it fell out of the stroller any fun.