So Feisty Pants has had a horrible, awful, no good week. Just ask her. It all started last Thursday when she had to go for yet another sleep study. Somewhere. some poor med student must be getting a PH.D. in Feisty Pants' sleep habits, she has been studied that much. They really are absurd on the face of them. Take a kid who may not sleep well, glue leads and wires all over them, stuff a Bane like mask over their face, take them totally out of any version of their comfort zone and then watch from another room to "help" them. I don't know about other kids, but my feisty one has seen this movie on Syfy a thousand times over and it never ends well. So, yeah, she's really gonna sleep.
And in order to get her to cooperate at all (Read that as no punching.) we have to bribe her. With a shopping excursion as soon as it was over. So no sleep the next morning either. I don't care how many chocolate chip muffins and minion fries and lip balm you come home with. Her sleep schedule is now all blown to hell and good luck getting her back on track. Now mix in a sinus headache because it is raining pollen here. And hormones because she is fourteen. And total appalled embarrassment because she has (gasp, shudder) parents. Two of them. And they insist on talking to her public. I don't know how she copes with it. She's a saint, that one.
But today, the stars have aligned and miracles have occurred. The great Unicorn in the sky has smiled down upon her. She got her ipad. (This is a HUGE deal to a kid with garbled speech and she knows it) The case came in BLUE too. Her favorite color. And her miserable embarrassments, um er, I mean parents took her to the pet store as promised. She didn't bite anyone at the sleep study either so she got four goldfish. Whereupon she promptly named them John, Paul, George, and Ringo. I was surprised and delighted by her choice. I asked if she knew who the Beatles were. "Yeah," she replied. "Hey Dude!" I don't know if she heard the song wrong or just cannot pronounce Jude, but whatevs. I'll take it. Happy kid. Happy Mom. You'll have to excuse us as we ride off into the sunset. Na na na na na na na na na Hey Dude.....
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