Sooooo you know it’s gonna be a great day when it starts at 4am. With your toddler screaming. And you go to check on her and she smells vaguely like (spoilered for the squeamish) [spoiler]puke[/spoiler].
As far as I can tell: she woke up, freaked out a little (because we messed with her schedule over the weekend and then her Dad went on a business trip), and had a little (spoilered again) [spoiler]stress-induced dry-heaving[/spoiler].
(If daycare calls, that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.)
(I checked her temperature and everything.)
So now it’s 4am, my kid’s room smells all funky, but I can’t figure out where the smell is coming from. So, I did what any loving parent would have done… I picked her up and plopped her down in bed with me. And let her kick me for the next 2 hours. And tell me about her baby doll. And then kick me some more.
Basically, what I’m saying is this: I got up at 4am today.
Family emergency? Check. Husband out of town? Check. Complete and utter sleep deprivation? Check. Crazy busy at work? Check. Let’s just say that on a scale of 1 to “Best Day I Ever Had,” today didn’t really make it to 5.
But! When the going gets tough, the tough say “fuck it, let’s get a pizza and watch a movie.” Which is how Lilian and I ended up on the couch eating pineapple pizza and watching Cinderella. Our PS3 (aka our Blu-Ray player) broke a long time ago and I haven’t bothered to fix it, so I went so far as to hook up an old DVD player for that shit.
What? You don’t have spare DVD players kicking around your basement? All I can say is, you must not be AV professionals with hoarding-like tendencies.
We had Cinderella on VHS when we were kids. We must have watched it a lot, because it was like an old friend. You know, the kind you haven’t talked to in 10 years, but she friends you on Facebook, and then she’s going to be in town, so you agree to meet up for drinks. And all of a sudden you’re swapping stories about shit you would never have remembered about when you were younger.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this: I remembered all of Gus-Gus’s lines. All of them. Also, I hope I didn’t just accidentally indoctrinate my daughter into the Cult of the Princess.
(That’s it! We’re playing more hockey this weekend!)
This week has been pretty trying for me. I think I’m doing a decent job of muddling through it, so I guess that’s something. After our special night of pizza and a movie, Lilian still threw an epic fit when it was time for bed. She’s having a trying week too, and she was probably just as over-tired as I am. I was proud of the fact that I managed to keep my cool with her. I find it’s easier to stay calm when I know why she’s flipping out… and she’s had plenty of reasons to flip out the past few nights. I can’t say that I always handle her fits with grace and aplomb, but I managed to stay calm enough to help her settle down. And that’s good enough for me.
Kristian gets back tonight! And I am going to sleep in the guest room in the attic for a few nights so that nothing can interrupt my sleep. I can’t wait!