She’s a lovable, loving, smart, and funny kid, but Vivi can also be pretty rough on the old psyche. Last night’s hour-long meltdown was just the latest evidence of this fact. I managed to survive and even get her into bed without reinforcements (Shannon, beer, the National Guard). After falling asleep – still crying softly, though from sadness and tiredness, not rage – she hiccuped for an hour, just like she did as a newborn. As I listened to her hiccups on the monitor, I discovered this note, which she wrote to me on Monday, after another, smaller meltdown. I’m going to remember it always.
Isn’t that just a heart-melter, though?? Try to remember that little letter the next time she melts down…which probably won’t be too long!