Those of you who read this blog know that Paige can be … um, passionate? To say the least.
Let’s just say that spending the past 2 weeks in Florida, with various grandparents, has not done much to quell her energy level. Said energy level and passion came to a full head this morning. She had been awake since about 3:00 am (with off and on ‘cat naps’ after that). She had waffles, sausage and strawberries for breakfast. She spent time with her Gramma, Aunt Tricia and Uncle Brian. She and her sister played hide-and-seek. We did school work. We were getting ready to go for a walk.
It wasn’t quite yet 9:00 am.
Paige went to get her shoes on. And accidentally scraped the door over her little toe. And there was a scratch and a tiny bit of blood. Which she saw.
And proceeded subsequently to … how do I put this delicately? She lost her shit.
I know, I know – I have a potty mouth. But, honestly? Sometimes there’s no other way to be as descriptive as I need to be. And, trust me. There is no other way to describe what happened.
There was screaming. There were lots of tears. And all of a sudden being hurt took a downward spiral into a full on tizzy. A hissy fit, if you will. I was patient, for a bit. I understood she was hurt, but as the screaming and kicking continued, I felt my sympathy quickly being replaced by anger.
It was a super-proud moment for me. I also proceeded to lose my shit, and I yelled. We both got all kinds of worked up.
I adore days like this.
No, wait. The opposite of that.
Derrick came into the room, I tossed Paige into our bed, and I ordered everyone out of the house. Gramma wanted to stay (which is EXACTLY what Paige wanted to happen), and I may or may not have basically ordered her to leave too. (Sorry, Gramma. I know you know it was nothing against you!)
So they all left to go on their adventure. And I stayed behind with Paige. Who drew this particular crying and screaming fit out for 27 minutes. Yes, I timed it. It was horrible. My head was pounding, and I felt like crying too.
Then, as quickly as it began, it stopped. I walked into the room and climbed into bed with her, and we had a long talk about how acting this way means you don’t get to do what you want to do.
I brought her out into the sunny and quiet living room, and got her some books to look at while I caught up on some blog ready. She desperately wanted to use technology. I knew she desperately needed to unplug for a bit. I put on some music, and we snuggled together on the couch.
Just the two of us.
Together we took deep breaths.
Together we enjoyed the calm.
Together we settled down and regained our senses.
Together we told each other we were sorry.
Together we told each other how much we loved each other.
Sometimes, us girls just need a bit of time to disconnect from everything and reconnect with each other.