Saturday, February 28, 2015

Just wear one of these and call me in the morning!

It's not my birthday, mine is two months long past, but this is a remnant of celebration that Senia Mae wore to school on her birthday a few weeks ago. When we placed the glamorous Happy Birthday crown upon her head she instantly transformed, as if the crown itself contained powers that made any ordinary day magical. She walked through the double glass doors with pride, her expression read, "Make way, here I come," as she sported her purple, glitter,salutary headdress indicating that today, in fact, she was the real deal, a true princess.

Since her birthday the crown has been sitting on top of a pile of mail on the right side of the mantle. It has been a crazy busy month, we've had a death in the family, have been iced in our houses for most of this week, and I am stressing about not having enough time to work on my query letter that is due to be sent out in just a few weeks.

In the meantime I am trying to fight off a sinus infection without having to get on antibiotics. Last night I decided that the saline rinse was not working fast enough, so I doused a few Q-tips with pure oregano oil and shoved them deep into my nasal cavities. Oregano is more than just a palate pleasing pizza addition, the organic pressed oil has extremely potent anti bacterial properties that are so strong they leave a deep burning sensation on the skin. It took almost ten minutes for my eyes to stop watering from the zestfulness as I finally released my death grip on the sink. When I woke up this morning, although my sinuses were a little more clear, I felt like I was recovering from a wild night of snorting lines of wasabi.

Senia Mae could tell I wasn't my usual self because I was sitting in the chair with my chin down, rubbing the space in between my eyebrows. As she and Mommy were packing up her things to go over to Grandma's house, she ran and grabbed her folding pink princess card table chair. Carefully she opened it in front of the fireplace and used it as a step stool, her little hand reaching up to the top of the mantle, quickly retracting it as she tried to hide whatever it was behind her back.

"Mama," she said as she presented the glittery birthday crown and placed it on my head, "I want you to wear this." She looked so serious and grown up with her eyebrows furrowed, her expression identical to the one I use when expressing something of utmost importance to her. "There you go," she said as she fiddled with my curls around the cheap silver headband.

"Why do you want me to wear this?" I asked.

"I think it will take your mind of the pain," she nodded to herself as she rubbed her fingers on her chin, lost in deep thought.

"So wearing this Happy Birthday crown will make my sinuses feel better?"

"Mama, just wear the crown. You will feel better I know it." Her satisfactory grin showed me that she was pleased with herself and absolutely sure that her remedy was going to be a success. Who wouldn't feel better knowing that with the addition of a crown they would instantly become a real princess? It was so adorable... her most sincere wish... I had to admit that I felt better almost immediately!

Friday, February 13, 2015

Who needs sleep?

We are now the proud parents of a five year old princess diva deluxe.
Although she is all glitz and glamor on the outside, inside she is of sweetest, most sensitive individuals I have ever met. So much so that she doesn't want to ever leave us...especially when having to spend the whole night alone in her room.

"I am the only one on this whole house who has to sleep by myself," Senia Mae complains.

"That's not true," I lie, "You have bunny, chicken, all of those little stuffed dogs, and Elsa and Anna sleeping right in that cradle." My detraction works for the moment and I am able to kiss her goodnight and leave the room. She is right, everyone else does have someone to sleep with, but I am not going to admit that to her.

One o'clock in the morning creeps around and I hear the shuffling footsteps stopping at my side of the bed. She doesn't ask anymore, she just hopes she can sneak in without me noticing. Sometimes I am so tired that I am not aware until a surging hot flash floods my innards because I am surrounded on all sides. I've got Kim on one side, Senia Mae spooning the other, and the kitten curled up behind my knees. Sweat beads my forehead and I have to thrash the covers off, but they won't move because Senia Mae lies on top of them.

"Senia Mae," I groan, "you have got to go back to you own bed." She moves about one inch to the edge of the bed, hoping I will fall back asleep. Although consciousness is poking my face from its silent abyss, I am trying to remain asleep without a battle of wills that often ends in tears...tears laced with enough guilt that she thinks she may get her way. "Mae Mae, time for your bed."

"Aw, come on, you're not even giving me a chance," she pleads. Where did that come from? I think to myself, laughing at how her comment sounds like it came from an adult.

"For real this time. I can't sleep all crammed up like this," I say quietly, trying not to wake Kim. I almost have to roll her off the edge of the bed and she stomps to her room. But that is not the end. She decides to stand in her bedroom doorway and whimper about how lonely it is in her room. I try to ignore this and just let her fall asleep. The specialists would say, "Do like Elsa and 'Let it go.'" But I have a very heavy conscious and it is still the night of her birthday. I don't have the heart to let her biggest day of the year end in a weepy mess. So I drag myself out of my warm, comfortable bed and console her in the doorway.

"Hey, kiddo, why don't you get in your bed and I will stay with you until you fall asleep," I say. She nods her head and wipes a tear with her pudgy little hand as she heads under her Ariel blanket. Sitting on her very small princess fold out chair, I sit quietly with my hand on her chest, feeling it rise and fall as she drifts away peacefully.

When I think she is asleep after about fifteen minutes I stand up and one eye immediately opens, as if she were peering through a monocle, spying on me. I sit down and wait another thirty minutes, until my legs are feeling pins and needles and I am certain she is in a deep sleep. I tiptoe back to my room and get under the covers, now fully awake because I have been up for over an hour.

Finally I coax myself back to sleep, but after another hour or so the midnight bed monster returns. This time I am too tired to talk, argue, or carry her back to bed. I just move on over because I have to be completely functioning in just two hours. This has happened on and off for the past five years.

So to all who all who enviously ask, "You sit in the hot tub and drink your coffee every morning?" My answer is YES! It is one of the few guilty pleasures that I have left and a good way to bribe my sleep deprived body out of bed!