The first sissy, Erin. I'm sad to report that I fear we've entered those dreaded tween years; which only leads to teen years. She is now officially too cool to hang out with her family. While we were in DC with Matt's family, Erin was doing everything she possibly could to spend time away from Matt and me. "Can I go with ........?" was the question of the day. Now in one instance, I'd chalk it up to a baby, except we have one too. The other explanation for her desired independence could have been the extra cell phone I brought to give to the girls as we looked at things. Erin has a tendency to get a little lost in her thoughts sometimes, and so she doesn't always notice when she gets left behind. We got a couple "I'm lost" phone calls last week. She was content, and mostly well-behaved, as long as she wasn't with us. It worked out okay, but I'm not sure I'm ready for this phase just yet.
Now the second sissy, Allie. I am at a loss with this child. She is such a good girl. Too good, in fact. She spends so much time worrying about all possible scenarios that she might encounter, that she literally makes herself sick. The night before we left found her hunched over my toilet, chucking her guts out because she was nervous about the plane ride. Evidently, she felt a tad motion-sick on our way home from Milwaukee a couple of weeks ago, and didn't like having to take a connecting flight. After the puke and blood were cleaned up (she got a bloody nose just before she started throwing up) and her teeth were brushed, I'm not ashamed to say I drugged my child to get her to sleep.
Since that experience, Dramamine has been our constant companion on this vacation. I don't know what is causing it, but the Dramamine seems to fix the tummy ache. Praise be, modern pharmaceuticals. There is a whole side story about her tummy aches, and the attention I think she thinks they give her. Needless to say, we'll be going to the doctor for a full work-up when we return, but in the meantime, Dramamine it is.
Well, one of the things about this trip was the fact that Matt has to work in Akron, OH for a couple of days. I am in Akron right now. Jealous??? Anyway, because he has the car all day, and to save my children hours of boredom and my sanity, my awesome brother and sister-in-law offered to meet us in Pittsburgh and take our older three kids to their house in Columbus, and we would join them later today. Great plan, right? Except for my sweet Allie-bear has decided that she CANNOT be separated from me. She has cried, wailed, and called at least 40 times in the last 24 hours. She is driving me crazy; so I can only imagine how things are going at my brother's house. Erin, who I asked to take care of her sister, is evidently "so over" dealing with the drama, and even my mom, who is still in Utah, has switched from her grandmother role, to the no-nonsense mother I remember growing up with and has tried to give Allie a healthy dose of "it's not all about you and get over yourself."
Are you ready for my diagnosis... I think it's mostly in her head. I say mostly because her Homer side of the family is known for having stomach issues, so it's entirely possible that she has a sensitive stomach. Add to that the fact that I, myself suffer from anxiety, this kid might be on to something. She suffers from a major case of the "should haves" courtesy of her dad's side and has convinced herself that there is always a better option that she may have missed. I also think that she might have emetophobia, which is an irrational fear of vomit. By the way, the jury is still out on whether free wi-fi in a hotel room is a good thing.
So folks, I need some help. If you read this blog, and I think there are at least a few of you because I make you, I need your advice. I am not looking to medicate my dear daughter, but how do I help her get over this, because it's going to get worse if it doesn't get better quick? She is persistent, and stubborn, and there was a point in time that I had actually rented a car yesterday to go and get her. Props to the "no-nonsense Mom" who convinced me not to give into her demands. Matt's philosophy of "not negotiating with terrorists in any form" was tested yesterday, for sure. How do I help her to not worry and stress so much? I spend a lot of time worrying about what-ifs, but I have no problem with the "I should haves." Matt struggles a little more with second-guessing himself but has no problem going with the flow. My poor Allie.
Any and all advice would be appreciated, unless it starts with... "you find a homeless man." Hugs, kisses and hope for a barf-free day. (I should write cards for Hallmark, I know.)