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I love my children, but sometimes I just don’t understand how they think.  This is especially true for Aryanna.  She is one sharp tack.

Last night Jordyn invited her to have a camp-out in his room which only means she gets to sleep on the floor in her sleeping bag while he sleeps in his bed.  Why this appeals to her, I’ll never know.  Anyway, she was excited and talked about it for hours because even though Jordyn gives her a hard time most days, she loves him.  Since it’s the end of the school year, I decided to let this fly on a school night.  However, being experienced in the department of being a “sleep over hostess” I knew what was coming - lots of talking, fooling around, me going in and out, her coming in and out to tell and so much more.  Armed with this experience I advised both of them that they were only going to have 2 chances and if I had to come in more times than that, their party would be over.

Of course I was right.  They were fooling around and she got up and left the room to tell on him a couple times.  I also had to go in there a few times, so that means I even gave them an extra chance or two or three.  The last straw was when she came out to tell on him for throwing his teddy bear at her.  Here’s how the rest went down…

Me:  “That’s it.  I’m sorry.  I told you I would give you 2 chances and you’ve had more than that and now you have to sleep in your bed.”

In the most drama I have seen since being a faithful watcher of Days of Our Lives for years, she FLIPPED out yelling, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!  I fuh-got I only had a couple chances! I fuh-got! I fuh-got!” and then the child lunged her body through the air onto her sleeping bag and pillow.  I suppose she thought I couldn’t pick the stuff up with her on it.  Of course I swiped the sleeping bag from under her.  I had to pry the pillow from her clutches.  All the while Jordyn is trying to hold in his laughter at this crazy scene which in turn causes me to burst out hysterically laughing at all of the silliness happening.

Yeah, laughing wasn’t a good idea.  It made her anger grow.  She continued flipping out and followed me into her room.  For about five minutes she just kept saying over and over, “I’m sorry Mommy.  Give me another try.  I just fuh-got!”  I just kept answering her with, “Tomorrow you can try again if you’d like.  I’m sorry you forgot the rules.  Maybe tomorrow you won’t forget and will be able to camp out.”

Ummm, let’s just say she really didn’t like that answer.  She just kept going with her fit and at one point she sat on the edge of her bed declaring, “Hmmmmph.  I’m not laying down then.” to which I replied, “That’s fine by me, but you might want to rethink that strategy because it might be a little uncomfortable to sleep sitting up.”

Finally, about 10 minutes later, she lays down next to me on the opposite side of the bed so her head was near my feet.  She was quiet for a few seconds.  Suddenly, she sits up, stares me down and says, “It’s ok Mommy…..I fuh-give you.”

I almost fell off the bed.

What’s even more sad, my loving readers, is that I had NO rebuttal.  I just looked at her and said, “Ohhhh..kaaaay.  Thank you for forgiving me??” <—and yes I posed it as a question.  She didn’t answer.  She just laid back down.

It got quiet for 5 minutes so I thought she fell asleep.  All of a sudden I hear her make her way towards me so that we were laying down face to face.  She looked at me with very different, loving eyes this time and asked, “Mommy do you think you can fuh-give me?”

Me:  “Well, you forgave me right? So I see no reason why I can’t forgive you.  I know you were just upset.”

Her:  “Do you think you can give me another try tomorrow?  I will try to not fuh-get the rules.”

Me:  “Sure.  We’ll try it again.  Now let’s get to bed please.”

Her:  “Yeah, I’m exhausted.  I had a rough night.”

She shut her eyes and was out like a light and then I was left in the dark, staring at her, bewildered by what just transpired.

Ahhh…the joys of motherhood.