Today was one of those days when you know something needs to change. Griff seemed off his game from the start. His OJ stung his throat and he said it hurt to swallow. He felt a little bit warm and was running a 99 degree temperature - not really a fever by medical standards, but definitely warm for him. I thought about keeping him home, waffled. Old scripts ran through my head about how you can only have so many sick days from school, and can't stay home for every sniffle, and how he'd probably be just fine once he got there. But then I thought about how emotionally labile he's seemed the past few days, and how he had big bags under his eyes when I picked him up from school yesterday. Hmmm. Kid needs a day of rest - or at least a day of Mom.
Reese tantrumed over every. little. thing. while we were trying to get out the door. The shirt was wrong, the pants were wrong, he didn't want to go to "Sabot Camp", I was a "poopyhead", he blew raspberries at all of us. Clearly not feeling his best, right? I thought, oh, goodness, it'll be good to drop him off at school. I considered keeping him home and thought, no, he has to learn, he needs to go. Then did a self-check and thought, geez, how screwed up is it to take a three-year-old person having a crappy day and shove them away from you? He also seems off his game. He also could benefit from some down time.
So instead of getting onto the highway, we ran an errand at Target. A blissful, everybody-enjoying-eachother kind of errand where we took our time and found neat things. Griff read signs in the store, surprising himself and me with his skills. He asked to do "school at home" and we picked up a dry-erase math book and made plans for reading a pile of library books and doing a science experiment. We started out with the classic vinegar and baking soda but then branched out to see what other household liquids react with other household powders, and made a chart and talked about the differences and thought about what we could determine from our data. Griff was in heaven.
Also heavenly: for the first time ALL YEAR, an ice cream truck came through our neighborhood. We were dissed by the local truck all summer, much to our disappointment, but today, on this random hooky day, when summer was over, in the early afternoon before any of the other school kids were home, we heard the music playing. It was nicer music than the usual truck plays, too. We ran outside and flagged the driver down. Oooh, nicer selections than the other truck that used to come by. Better prices, even. And the driver was the nicest guy with some kind of Eastern European accent, and he was so friendly to all three children and waved and waved and waved at us sitting on our front steps while he drove back out of the neighborhood.
We found a sycamore tussock moth on my pants (!) while eating our ice cream. I put him on one of the sycamores and we went back to making ice cream faces.
The perfect day was capped by everybody playing peacefully while I made dinner, and Dan arriving home earlier than usual. After the little ones were in bed I left Griff and Dan reading while I went out for dessert at Can-Can with my friend Corinna.