Post Script
Really, it’s not that bad. (Except when it is). Most of our days have included long stints at the pool for both lessons and splashing around. There have been playdates, a sleepover, and Regan even made a friend of her very own! But there has also been a lot of whining. A LOT. From all sides (even mine). And not nearly enough sleep–for any of us.
I know it’s selfish and self-indulgent to complain that the four year old is giving up her nap. I get that that is a luxury the likes of which many parents have never known. I even understand that this is probably a good thing, what with kindergarten looming. But….It still sucks. Watching my sweet, easy going Zen Baby turn into Linda Blair every afternoon is just really not how I’d envisioned spending this summer and it’s getting tiresome cleaning all that pea soup off of the walls.
Of course, I might be better prepared to deal with the daily headspinning if not for the nightly go round with Diva Girl…What on earth possessed me to give a lifelong insomniac a medication that lists sleeplessness as its major side effect? Oh, right, that whole “it helps her have a much improved quality of life” thing. And it does. When she sleeps. Which hasn’t been nearly enough since we threw the concept of “routine” to the winds and embraced the chaos that is Summer Vacation.
And that is the crux of the issue right there, that pull between routine and ….whatever the opposite of routine is; which, around here, is looking more and more like chaos every day…..