How to Create a Time Machine
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I put her to bed an hour 2 hours ago. Admittedly it is a bit early compared to her peers , but here we eat/shower/bed with no1 fooling around.
I call it: Fed and Bed™
At least that’s the plan. The weather here in Buffalo was unseasonably warm at almost 80 degrees today so as soon as she got off the bus she was on the run outside with her friends until about 5:00pm when all the kids got called in to dinner.
It was suggested that she have a quick rinse in the shower to wash off the sweat and dirt before dinner. I didn’t even suggest a bath - just a shower. Heck you don’t even need soap, I told her.
No Soap. It would be like it didn’t happen.
My Wish for a Time Machine
And there it was: The meltdown. We’ve been blessed with good behaviour and I would guess that we haven’t seen the meltdown in over a month and I have no idea where this came from. Maybe it was because she had a bath the night before, so she didn’t need a full wash.
I just wanted her to wash the stinky parts. If only I could go back in time and un-suggest the bath, but the genie was out of the bottle. Besides, she was stinky
Those feet were in shoes with plastic braces on all day. They smell, there’s no two ways about it.
When she gets like this I have learned to do one thing: Ignore her.
Let her scream it out and when she’s done offer hugs: 2 shoulders, no waiting.
We cuddled on the couch to get the last of the tears out and then continued with dinner and the rest of the evening. It’s like the screaming didn’t happen!
Her Wish for a Time Machine
She had dinner/dessert, brushed teeth, kissed mom and then we went upstairs to do “sillies” as they are called here. This is where we tickle a bit, maybe toss a squishmallow in the air and then settle down for the night.
For the settling down we fire up Google Photos and look at the memories the app curates. This is the perfect thing to do as it’s quiet and gets her distracted and settled down.
Then, we screw around with AI and make silly pictures:
Then a backrub for a bit and on a good night, she’s out.
The problem tonight was it’s still daylight out. I had her in bed at 6:30 pm and the windows are open and the streets are filled with people out and about with kids on bikes and barking dogs and motorcycles and the birds singing her goodnight
I knew she would not go right to bed, but I put my ear up to her door and heard her fussing around in there. As long as she does not come out of bed, we are good so I let her be. I thought I had the rest of the night to myself.
Then she opened the door and said I’m kind of jealous of the people outside. I wish I had a time machine.
Then she wanted an orange.
She had an orange.
Then she wanted to sleep on the floor
She isn’t sleeping on the floor 2
And that’s what bedtime is like in the summer when you’re six and you want to stay up late and have a time machine so you don’t miss a thing.
Because, as we all know: The summers go by so fast.
I don’t blame her. I want a time machine too.
We Have That at Home
Tonight’s WHTAH is a set of summer pajamas. They cost about 10 bucks a pair.
You think you have a problem with socks that don’t match? Wait until you get to the matching PJ’s. By theory this should never, ever be a problem because how the hell can you lose a top or shorts? They are BIG.
Socks, I get. The washer has lots of unknown places and tubes where socks could disappear into a void. That makes sense, but PJ’s?
Tonight she went to bed in a brand new pair of summertime PJ’s because tonight is much warmer than than it should be and long PJ’s would have been too warm. This is the child that needs and ice pack to sleep with.
She seemed to settle down from the time machine meltdown after realizing that there were new PJ’s to slip in to tonight. Because who doesn’t like new PJ day?
well, a little
the last time I checked.