This morning as I was putting Jas into her car throne, she noticed her favorite Dora book on the floor of the car. She started chanting “Dora, dora! BOOKK! Dora!”, so I picked it up and handed it to her even though it was mostly frozen, but the last pages of the little book still turned and I knew she’d cry the entire time if she didn’t have her book.

Then she accidentally tore the book in half because it had gotten a bit damp from the snow/ice scrapper. Apparently it got put over the book the day before and I didn’t notice.

Tearing that book was the single most upsetting thing she has done in the past few weeks. She wailed. And wailed. And screamed in sorrow. It was so sad. Then she dropped one half of her book while I was driving and it landed on the seat next to her, out of reach.

She lost her mind. It was like someone had poured a vat of hot acid over her, dropping this flimsy half of a paperback book. Serious anguish was happening in the back seat, while I was white knuckling through the city towards day care.

When we finally got there, I assured her that I’d take care of Dora as long as she had a good time at daycare. Of course, in her frantic state I don’t think she heard a word I said, but I left her at daycare anyway, resolved to thaw out the book and tape it back together.

I propped it up on my desk and the heater soon had it dried out. Then I taped it together. Almost as good as new, except for the discoloration from the melted ice. Oh well. We do what we can.

I’m excited to show her it when I pick her up later today. Dora’s feeling more together now! Be careful! And bring that book in the house, ffs.

Otherwise, I am so excited that today is Friday. I have big plans for tomorrow morning. I’ve decided that I’m going to try to start getting up in the morning like I do during the week. Up at six, that way I can sit in the library and watch the sun come up through the curtains. Every morning I enjoy noticing that the sky starts to change from pitch black to a dark blue then to bright blue. The way it billows through the white curtains is so pretty. I’d also like to sip tea while I do so, and then spent my time reading until Jas gets up.

I always end up cranky on a Saturday morning because I try to sleep in and Jas wrecks those plans. She does not grasp the concept of sleeping in until 10am, even when she’s sick. It blows my mind. And she’s a much more agreeable person when she doesn’t have to wake me up by shaking the walls of the house with her wailing. Lately she’s been finding enough other reasons to do so, the least I can do is get rid of that one.

I figure then I can get a bit of quiet reading time in or do a bit of chores without her hanging off my pant leg. I think it will work out much better for the both of us. And Andy will be helpful when I mention this because he gets up early Saturday anyway to go to work. I’ll just have to fight the urge to roll, dragging the covers over my head, and growling for him to shut the bedroom light off.

I dunno. We’ll see. I’m pretty famous for my early morning grumps. Oh the stories my mom could tell. But she won’t because she’s nice like that. And because she knows I’ll bribe her with Jasbaz vocab videos (like the one we should be making this weekend)…