Oh. My. Golly. Golly. Goshness! (That’s my polite way of saying it’s been an amazingly hectic weekend.)
Friday night, both kiddos spent the night at their friends’ house. (Same house. Same friends. Brother friends with brother. Sister friends with sister. It works out because they all get along so well and because the friends have brave, amazing parents.) Anyway – sleepover night.
Saturday night, girl-child attended a sleepover birthday party with five girls.
Sunday arrived. Mom of sleepover party birthday girl brings girl-child to church and I can tell from the second I see girl-child that she’s not just tired, she’s TIRED! Purple-circles-under-her-eyes-and-pale-skin-tired. This isn’t the mom’s fault; far from it. But when you get five 8 and 9 year old girls in one place for a sleepover, giggling ensues and little actual sleep happens.
Anyway, girl-child makes it through Sunday school and now we’re about 15-20 minutes into actual church service when (pardon me) all Hell breaks loose.
I was multi-tasking, which, truth be told, I shouldn't have been doing during church service, but I was trying to coordinate boy-child who had lucked out and was able to stay another night at the first friend’s house and so wasn't at church with us. Friends were trying to figure out swimming at the fitness center but realized they’d need a parent to sign him in. Hubby and I were both in church, so I was trying to politely ask if they could wait until we were done. Meanwhile, girl-child had read two words of the text: “brother” and “swimming” and had an absolute meltdown. Red-faced, crocodile tears, “brother always gets to do all the fun stuff and I don’t!” No amount of consolation or hushing worked so I resorted to removing her from the situation.
Luckily, hubby and I drove in separately this morning so I was able to take girl-child home.
When we got home, girl-child went directly to bed. She did not pass “Go.” She did not collect $200.00. She slept for two solid hours. When she woke up (on her own) she was immediately provided with a snack and some juice to tide her over until lunch could be had.
Then, for the rest of the day, a wonderful afternoon at the very-crowded park, and dinner with friends, she was perfectly fine. Until we hit about 6:45 PM when TIRED reared its ugly head again and she wanted to go home. “Mom, I’ve just really had a rough day. I think I need to go home.”
Now, she is soaking in a warm bath (with her hair piled on top of her head so it won’t get wet), playing with her bath toys (a beluga whale from Mystic Seaport and a black horse that has hair and spots that change color in warm water), sipping on a cold Perrier (“Mom! Can I have a drink, please? I’m really thirsty!”), she’s happy. Not “singing” happy, but happy.
Good thing this upcoming week is Spring Break or tomorrow might be a difficult school day.