As a mom, one of my least favorite sounds in the universe has to be the wailing of one of my kids from somewhere else in the house. Last night I heard THE noise start, and judging from the tone, volume, and panic components of said wail, I thought surely someone had lost an appendage, or at least injured herself badly enough that the next thing we would be doing is going to the ER. I have learned over the years that sometimes if I'll just sit very still and be quiet, the storm will pass. Not this time.
I jumped up and headed to the other room, mildly concerned that there might be blood involved. When I got there, I found my daughter sitting in a chair, sobbing as dramatically as an Academy Award-winning actress. Her face was red and blotchy, her eyes were swollen. She looked like she had a terrible case of Chicken Pox.
Me: What's wrong, Baby?
Daughter: Well, it's just that, I'm going to miss Miss Lynn and Miss Diane! (These are her kindergarten teachers. The girls finish their first year of kindergarten next week.) And I won't get to see them anymore! AND I'M GOING TO MISS THEM SO MUCH!
More wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Me: Really? Honey, you'll get to see them in the hall at school every day next year. And I promise you will feel the exact same way about your first grade teacher. I liked every teacher I had in elementary school. It's going to be fine.
Daughter: But I'll miss them over the summer. And it'll be like one thousand days before I get to see them again! AAAAGGGHHH!
Stifling the urge to giggle, I sent them to get ready for their baths. This child cried the entire time she was in the tub and for 20 minutes after. I'm hoping they are this attached to me. Anyway, she finally calmed down right before her dad tucked her in. After she had been in bed about 15 minutes, I went up to say goodnight. One sister was asleep; Sobbing Sally was wide awake. As I leaned over her bed, she started to cry again.
Daughter: Mom, I just heard a commercial on the radio that said that 30 babies DIED last year because they were left in hot cars. You HAVE to be careful and check the back seat or else you might leave Sheridan in there. Then my baby sister would DIE, and I would be SO SAD! I don't want my baby sister to die!
Even MORE sobbing and wailing here. I mean really, this kid was having a "Terms of Endearment" or "Steel Magnolias" kind of breakdown here. Which leads me to ask the following question: Can a 5 year old child have PMS? If any of you find yourselves looking for something to do today, pray that my husband and I survive when they are all teenagers. Sheesh.
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