We had an idyllic afternoon and evening yesterday after arriving home. I unpacked while Isaac did yard work and Ellie played outside. We had an afternoon picnic on the front lawn, went for a trike ride, and watched the Olympic swimming trials before bed. Ellie struggled a little bit going to bed, but we expected that after a week of vacation and grandparent attention!
This morning also went really smoothly. Ellie spent most of the morning doing art projects and I cleaned the house and matted and frames photos with her at the table. I quietly congratulated myself on a smooth transition home. (I know - all of you mothers are thinking, "Don't do that! It's too early! Something's going to happen!" You're right.)
Advance half an hour ahead. Isaac walks in the door after work and found me on my hands and knees mopping up a full cup of milk, and Ellie bawling uncontrollably next to me. She had spilled her milk on the projects she had spent all morning on and was inconsolable. Isaac tried to comfort her for a while and finally just put her to bed, lunch unfinished, still crying.
Luckily, Isaac's parents came over for the afternoon, because I think it would have been a really rough day otherwise. She got up from "rest" still cranky, but was angelic and silly while Oma and Opa were here. (Thank you, Dan and Beth!) The moment they left, she fell apart again. We bathed her quickly (the child was filthy - what kind of parents let her get that dirty?) and were ready to put her to bed at 6:00. Unfortunately, you can't put a 4-year-old to bed at 6:00. We watched the track and field trials that we'd taped earlier this afternoon together since she had no energy for anything else and put her to bed at 7:00.
Hopefully, the transitition is over now?
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