NoRadio

It is crazy season in 4-year old land. Last night was fairly catastrophic, as Opal and I had a disagreement over whether whispering requests to me every minute constituted letting me sleep, which resulted in my banishing her from my bedroom (that is, requiring her to move a minimum of 2 entire meters, possibly even the 4 meters that would have taken her from lying on the floor of my bedroom to lying in her very own bed, from which she can still see me). This was the end of the world and required an hour of hysterics.

That did not set us up for a great morning, either, of course. It started OK; she even weathered the catastrophe of the milk jug not being clean so that she had to pour her milk onto her cereal from a cup, although she was not happy. But by the time we got into the car, she was out of patience. And then I didn't like the CD, and turned on the radio. Instant howl of "Nooo!" and she kicked my seat. "Try again, no kicking." "TURN OFF THE RADIO RIGHT NOW! NOW! THIS INSTANT!" "Try again." She took a deep breath, She dropped her feet down. She blew out the breath, hard. She took another breath, and said in her sweetest, most reasonable voice "Would you please turn the fucking radio off?" I found another CD.

When I left her at school, she was lying in a corner rejecting the universe. When I picked her up, she was still cranky but marginally better, having spent almost the entire day with the next class up, reading words and helping the boys win a relay race.

Read to Opal today: Finished The Travels of Thelonius AND Ozma of Oz.

The Running Book Count: 447 + 23 (last year 1886 + 2)