Alright. Considering that here it is, November 5th, and this is my first post of the month, I guess I'm already out, right? But I am going to attempt to post SOMETHING once a day for the remainder of the month. And Husband is of the opinion that if I post twice a few times, then it all evens out.
I've been pretty busy lately. Which is highly unusual for me. As I'm not a super social person, I find that having two events in one weekend can wipe me right out. And since I had something planned for every single weekend, along with playdates and volunteering during the week, for almost a month now, I've been pretty wiped.
The week following Blissdom, I got sick. Not sick enough to lie down and tell everyone to get their own freaking breakfast, but just sick enough that I was rather unpleasant to be around. And I'm still sick. I keep hoping for a fever. If I could just have a nice fever and night sweats, surely, that would clear out my sinuses, right?
That's not actually what I was planning to write about; I just needed to whine about it bit.
Anyway. This past weekend, since I haven't been around lately, I decided to devote some time to Beege. Kee and I spend every afternoon together. While we're not always off doing fun things, that is two and half hours of alone time for us. Beege gets none.And I get sad every time I realise that.
So. I took her on a date. I gave her all of Saturday and told her to go ahead and pick whatever she wanted to do. Her choice? She wanted to go to the library and play Uno, and then have lunch at Wendy's. Sounds good.
We went to the library, and walked towards the children's section. Rather, I walked. Beege took off running into the stacks, and by the time I reached the information desk, she had looked down the aisles and come back to the desk and was asking the woman there "where the Cam Jansen books might be found?" She showed us where they were and Beege picked out a few, then we found a quiet corner to play Uno in.
I took off my coat and scarf and settled in for an hour or so of playing cards and chatting with my kid. We played one hand, and she said "Good game, Mummy. Let's go." And she was off again, looking for a book to take home that she could read to Kee. "We've got to go to the little kid's section, Mummy!" Alrighty.
So, as I wrestled back into my coat, and gathered up our pile of books, she picked out a book for Kee. Then it was time to head to Wendy's. Total time in the library? Twelve minutes.
Wendy's was nice and empty, so I figured we could settle in there for a nice long chat. Unfortunately, Beege has picked up her father's habit of eating like it's a contest, and we were out of there in fifteen minutes too. Okay, this was not turning into the leisurely afternoon of togetherness that I had planned.
When I told her we still had a lot of time and asked her if she wanted to go somewhere else, she picked Michaels. We spent half an hour wandering around touching all the wool and looking at the "magic window of happiness" (otherwise known as a glass block wall with coloured lights) for a while. We picked out some things to make Christmas cards, and once again, she made sure we got a treat for her sister.
Then we came home, because oddly enough, spending way too much money in a craft store adds up to some kind of heavy bags, and she didn't want me to have to carry them around. So. While it may not have been the relaxed afternoon of chatting that I envisioned (School is fine. Friends are fine. She is fine.), I did get to remind myself of something.
I have a wonderful daughter.
I have the kind of kid who makes sure that her sister doesn't feel left out, even when it's her special day. I have the kind of kid who will pause in the middle of stuffing fries in her mouth to jump up and hold the door for an elderly couple. I have the kind of kid who will pick my favourite store to go to when given the choice of anywhere she wants. I have the kind of kid who thinks about other people's comfort.
So the next time she's dawdling in the bathroom, yelling at her sister, or using up entire bottles of shampoo, I need to remember: That is all stuff she'll grow out of, and I need to stop letting it bother me, because the person that she's growing into is amazing.