And the party continues

         Ain't no party like a Feisty Pants party cause a Feisty Pants party don't stop.  Until five o'clock in the effing morning.  Sigh. Can you tell there is a vacation this week?  If you ask most parents of school age children, they will admit it's just easier when they are in school.  Sure, everybody's got to get up the morning but you trade off that for getting stuff done.  I wasn't normally like that.  Hippie Pants has always been part vampire/bohemian/nightwalker and would sleep until noon if you let her.  Summers and vacations were a breeze.  I always got up before she did and had time for a cup of coffee before having to deal with another human being.  And she woke up like me.  So there was a gradual acknowledgement of any others and it gives you time to acclimatize to the fact that other people exist and one might have to deal with them occasionally.

            Feisty Pants, however, is NOT like that at all.  I blame her father.  When left to his own devices, he wakes up early and cheerful.  Honestly, he should be in a zoo.  Or at least in a cage, safely away from normal people.  He might inflict his cheeriness upon them. Feisty Pants is the same way.  Early to bed and early to rise is her motto.  And get out of her way, she has things to do.  And she does, indeed insist on being quite chipper in the am, just to be spiteful.  Except when she is on break.  You see, when you cannot move or see properly, you brain does not get the everyday workout it naturally craves.  (That's why blind people tend to rock and sway.  The brain is craving input.)  When Feisty Pants is on break there is no physically therapy, no occupational therapy, no visual therapy, no speech therapy, no gym.   And right now- no aqua therapy or massage.  All we have this week is music therapy. So even when we try to entertain her, her little grey cells are bored to tears.  In the past week, she has been to two parties, gone shopping three times, cooked with me, and watched a gazillion movies.  And today is Easter.  Yet, she is still so craving brain stimulation that she is now staying up until the wee hours of the morning. Seriously, we have seen 1 am every night.  And three and five am are not unheard of.  The only people who should be awake at three am are vampires and cat burglars.  I could sort of see it (she is thirteen after all) if she then slept til noon.  But alas, no.  Seven am is her preferred wake up time and that is written in effing stone.  So now FP is bored and cranky.  I would kidnap her therapists and teachers if I knew where they lived.   I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers.  All I would have to do is get one parent of another feisty one on that jury. 

          I can do nothing but take solace in the fact that it is the last day of break.  Easter dinner is over and everyone is pleasantly stuffed full of yummy goodness. The dishes are done (thanks Goo!).  Feisty Pants has had her shower and is in her pj's.  Zombies are about to start shuffling across the tv screen.  Hopefully she will pass out before the cock crows.  If FP falls asleep at a reasonable hour, it will be a true Easter miracle.  Hope your holiday was lovely and chocolatey.