Space Needed

There are days when you just want to crawl into a hole; be it ground wall, tree trunk, where ever. You think it'll be a soothing place, somewhere that the psyche can reset itself. It's not tangible, however. And rarely does attempting actually work.

Today, however, is one of those days. The last two weeks have been overload central. Hitting the ground running upon the return to Seattle wasn't the most ingenious of ideas. By the end of the week, we were all a little frayed around our edges. By the seventh day of our return, the miniature me decided to come down with a barking cough. This was diagnosed the follow day as Croup. She's five and has Croup?

Then there was the departure of my better half. Yes, I realize I said that he is my better half. It was intentional and I truly believe it. Anywho, his departure once again left myself and our offspring alone in what can sometimes be an enchanting city. And at other times, seems like a fortress of hell. What do you mean I have to spend THIRTY DAYS here with just her?

This week brought trials and tribulations. The cough (both the original cough and the Croup) responded well to treatment with Albuterol and Flovent inhalers. Used in tandem, the cough almost completely subsided by week's end. Unfortunately, it was too late and the child missed another entire week of school. And I was left cooped up in the house alone with her.

My patience wearing thin, I made one outing the entire week (that is, after the doctor's appointment and the pharmacy). Unfortunately, this outing didn't go quite according to plan. Thus, I spent the rest of the day in the house.

Today, however, finds us still barricading ourselves indoors. Why, you ask? Simple. My child cut her own hair - AGAIN! (side note, she did this a year and a half ago and we had to cut her hair as short as a boys!). I swear we are doomed to have her in a bob for all her days :( Remember when you were a child and you dreamed of having children? There was always a girl and a boy. And your daughter was as feminine in your fantasies as she was charming in the. Always a little lady of eloquence and beauty. I, however, ended up with a tom boy who sabotages any chance of having long locks and would prefer to play in dirt, mud and with sticks rather than dolls and toy ponies.

So as punishment, outside privileges have been suspended. Le sigh. I had to throw open the windows just to make myself believe slightly that we weren't inside, breathing the same air over and over and over again. Removing all the toys and activities from her bedroom to ensure that she understood just how deeply she was in trouble. Only to then find her hours later crying hysterically in the bathroom. Little tyke had stolen gum, chewed it up and somehow managed to get it in her hair! And not just in her hair, but it looked like she had chewed it into her hair!! Despite my best efforts, there were several strands that could not be removed and had to be cut out. Took all of my effort not to physically harm the blasted devil spawn!

Someone save me from myself.