Breaking the Silence

So we are in the last 26 hours before vacation, and it's especially dramatic because we're packing up an entire library just as I'm trying to pack up an entire truckload full of crap that we "need" at Disney.

Athena didn't nap today. Well, not until we were in the car on the way home. Her teacher described her as "cranky." But her teacher wasn't here for the grand awakening. If she had been, she may have chosen a more colorful adjective. Like "Freaked Out Pea-Soup Spouting Being From the Fourth Level of Hell."

It has become a tradition. If Athena falls asleep in the car on the way home from daycare, and then she wakes up only to be subjected to talk of sitting on the potty (something she objects to before, during, and AFTER she pees in my lap), she goes totally apeshit. It has happened thrice now. Methinks we shall just let her freaking sleep next time. She doesn't need dinner. We don't need a show.

This "spell" prevented me from cooking dinner (Chris did it) and doing laundry, which means I couldn't pack Marcus' stuff tonight (after dinner, he goes RIGHT to bed... do not pass go... do not collect cute little outfits from his room to put in a bag for grandma's house). Not that it mattered that I couldn't do laundry, since we only had enough laundry detergent for one load.

Athena was tired as well (who knew?) so she hit the sack early too. I'm about to switch over the one load of laundry I was able to do, and then I'm taking a long soak in the tub to ease the sore muscles from standing all day. One more day of it, and, in the words of the Genie, "I... am... OUTTA HERE!"

Zip a dee do da day indeed.