Why on Earth would I put myself voluntarily through 48 hours of little girl sleepover fun/torture? See the the word you use depends on who you talk to. The girls involved had fun. My husband waffled back and forth although torture would probably be too strong a word for him. He was gone for most of it, but he did get the first 6 hours of it alone with them (hee hee). He had to spend maybe 10 awake hours with them at most. Between work and sleep and the time he spent at BRO's house. Anywho, Regina Phalange would most likely consider it close to torture, even though one of the girls was MEL, her daughter. We've done this sleepover thing before, never for this length, though. Having the only child, it facinates me to hear the dialogue between the two, the rationale, the tattling, the jealoulsy, the fighting over miniscule, the "I get this" like they are calling shotgun or something when I offer up some treat. I've told them they have to share EVERYTHING and the first one to say 'I get this' doesn't get it. Don't be greedy, be thankful. Don't be sneaky, just ask me-I'll probaby say yes. And if I say no, I probably have a good reason. But these happen so few and far between, they are pretty much a free for all as long as they are reasonable in their requests. I don't offer up anything usually, but when they ask, I normally say yes.
But this is a 3 day weekend where I had no obligations to anyone. Why not enjoy the peace and quiet. I've had a horrible time at work lately. Can we say STRESSFUL? And it's only about to get magnificently worse in coming months. My head is still recovering from these stitches that are out, but it's tender and hello I still have epilepsy-still living with it every day!
Well, that's kinda the point. Howit shouldn't suffer because I am. Her life should be as normal as possible, even if mine can't be as normal as I want. I has to ask Supergramma to take her clothes shopping for me because I can't physically do it safely (she was happy to oblige-who doesn't love dressing a little girl?) But I WANT my howit to enjoy all the happys I did as a kid, even if she is younger than I was when she starts. I doubt I was 3 when I had my first sleepover, but I want to remember that she got to do it. Let's face it, these meds are messing with me. I'm not dying over here, but my brain is on the messed up side and I've got to take meds to correct it. Guess what. They mess with you more. There are times I cannot put a coherent sentence together and I don't know if it's me or the meds. I really think I know what I want to say-in my head, it sounds GREAT..I think. I just want Howit to know the joys of being a little girl and if it leaves a complete tornado of destruction in her wake well I will be the dictator when necessary and get it cleaned up. (so NOT the fun part-I had to be such a witchypoo today-oh well) I hope that Regina Phalagnge, Honey, and even Supergramma (who knew the girls were having the sleepover) will remind them of this time should I ever not be around to do so. Regina Phalange stated up front she would never reciprocate and I FULLY AND COMPLETELY understand why. If I wasn't completely delusional, I wouldn't do it either. But I even think Honey is understanding the importance of it, too. MEL, Howit, group hug and WHHHEEEEE
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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