My daughter has been having something of a week.
Sunday she spent six hours at a friend's house after church - a super fun thing until bedtime when all the wacky good times came grinding to a halt and I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED/HAVE DINNER/GET UP FOR SCHOOL TOMORROW/TAKE A SHOWER/WEAR A JACKET.
Monday there was evening sadness after Mason made a mournful "wah wah wah wahhhhh" sound on his trombone when Paige was upset about something; she further lost her mind, her brother kept poking, and everyone lost out on Harry Potter for the night.
Yesterday as I was heading to have tea with my best friend, Paige complained that no one will play with her at recess. Now, my girl is not a dancing social butterfly but I've never known her to be rejected by anyone; even the boys across the street will ask her to join them, and not because she's the last resort. I asked why she thought no one wanted to play with her and heard how people had chosen activities she didn't really want to be a part of - fair enough; I asked what she did during recess then and got this: "Welllll, actually so-and-so did this with me...I guess it was...okay..." And because that didn't seem to be enough of a tearjerker for me, she added "But then no one in my 300-years-ago group would let me do anything." Huh. They're all in charge? Did you tell them what you wanted to do? "They just kept talking and didn't listen to me." That is a drag; what did you end up doing? "I don't know. It was fine...Anyway, see you later." And she squealed as some friends came up the sidewalk to play.
Today, I asked how recess went. Big sigh; "It was okay, I guess." Did you play with C [a new friend in her class]? "No, she always stays in during recess." How about H [a friend from our neighborhood whom she's known since birth]? "No, she always plays soccer." S [a very close friend since 1st grade]? "No, she says she HAS TO play with Kevin all the time." Why does she think she HAS TO play with Kevin? "Because he's HER BOYFRIEND." Um. [THEY ARE EIGHT!] Tell her your dad is MY HUSBAND and I don't play with him all the time. *snicker* What about O [another old friend in the neighborhood]? SIGH. "She always says we have to do whatever she wants to do. It gets really annoying." Understandable. Hmmm. "HEY, can we go to the Book Fair tonight?"
Fast forward three hours. We had a bunch of errands to run, homework to finish, dinner to eat, and a suitcase to pack for her Girl Scouts camping adventure tomorrow night (Book Fair was tentatively a plan if we could get everything done before it closed at 8:00, and there was no mention of it after 5 p.m.). At 7:40 I invited her to come with me to drop off her camping stuff and return some videos. Big fun, off we go. On the way to Blockbuster, she asked if we could rent a kid movie; I answered not today since she will be gone all weekend and wouldn't be able to watch it [before we got charged $578 in late fees]. Mild sadness. Then, as we left the parking lot at 7:50, "So are we going to the Book Fair now?" Uhhhhhhh. Technically, yes, we could have gotten there with a few minutes to spare. Which is, I suppose, what sent her into a super galactic crying fit when I said no that lasted until, well, probably tomorrow morning.
I love this girl to pieces, I'm just wondering - if things are this nutty now, do I get a pass when she's 13?