After a 1/2 hour I tried to sneak out only to stop in my tracks as the screaming started again. Now I’m upset. No, actually I’m angry. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I am craving my own bed where there aren’t barbies, babies, and other items in my spine. I was determined. I am not going going back in there and she’s going to have to scream. I turned on the fan in the hall and went back to bed.
Meanwhile, Laura was listening to all the commotion this last half an hour. She got up, went into Emma’s room and walked out less than 10 seconds later. No more noise. What? I usually have the answers for things like this. I didn’t even want to ask what she did because then I’d be admitting that she fixed the problem and I didn’t. Five minutes of laying in silence she asks, “your not even going to ask what I did?” Reluctantly, “o.k. why isn’t she crying anymore.” “I gave her a necklace.” “A necklace, really?” Apparently this necklace scares away all the bugs. It’s called the bug catcher necklace. Really? She bought that? Yes, she did.
I’m not claiming to be parent of the year here, but I have learned a few things along the way. One, kids have incredible imaginations. Last week we took the dog’s for a walk. Emma ran up a small hill. I see her dancing and singing the words, “let it go, let it go.” “O.K. Emma it’s time to head back.” “No, this is where I live on top of the mountain.” Great. She’s Elsa and thinks she’s in her ice castle. I was a little more rational this time, after all it’s not 1:00 a.m. “Elsa, you have to go save Anna her heart is frozen.” Elsa..I mean Emma ran down the hill and ran all the way to the car. Sometimes being rational is forcing yourself to be irrational. :)