That's the story of the past week. Between the screams, there's been a lot of smiles. Or depending on my mood, between the smiles, there's been a lot of screams.
Today, it's the screams I'm hearing. Janey was up a good part of the night, screaming off and on. Tony was my hero and let me sleep through much of it. She went back to sleep, as she seems to like to, left to her own devices, about 8, and slept until 9:30. I had coffee and a breathe. Then, awake, screaming. I gave her a shower, and she seemed somewhat settled down. So I tried to sneak in a sink full of dishes, just because I like that kind of wild and crazy fun. I put on music, because dishes are the one time Mama gets to listen to whatever she wants, and what I wanted was some showtunes, which Janey enjoys too. We had a good time dancing to "The Lonely Goatherd" But the next song, "One" from A Chorus Line, was not to her liking. So she had a scream-fest, went into the living room, put on a video, got mad at the video and pushed the VCR and DVD player off the shelf. They didn't break (they are low to the ground) but she knows very well how we feel about that. I was at a low ebb and screamed back. I told her to get on her bed for a time out. She had a funny look when I said that, almost a happy triumphant look. She had gotten to me. I guess every kid like that a little. I managed to finish the dishes and she only got up from the bed about 6 times, and went back each time I told her to. Then I couldn't make the time-out last any longer. So she got up and, just for fun, started screaming again. That's been our morning so far. Now she might be gearing up for a nap, which I should not let happen, but I am going to let happen.
A few days ago, we had a great day going to NH to the camp (Maine talk for a cabin on a lake) of old friends. I saw people I hadn't seen in 20 or more years, and had a wonderful time. Janey, for the most part, was good. They had a couple boats, and she got four boat rides, her favorite thing on the earth, I think. Everyone was good to her and to us, and she was happy almost all of the car ride, or asleep (2 hours each way) It felt like a near normal person day, except for having to watch Janey every second and except for the few times she lunged at someone or pulled their hair (which they were so kind about, thank you, Mary!) We never can quite pass for a normal family, but we can almost pretend for minutes at a time, like when she was sitting in bliss on the boat.