Battle

Today there was a major crisis when we discovered that Miss C had forgotten her blanket at home. Tears and more tears. She told me she was cold and I told her to get a blanket off Shelly's bed and she refused. She needed HER blanket. And then nap time rolled around, and the battle began. No, not with Miss C. The battle in my own head about how to react to this crisis.

Oh my goodness its just a blanket you'll have it when you get home later just move on!

She's just a little kid, its what keeps her feeling happy and safe what can I do to make this right? Call her mom? Go to her house and break in and get it? Maybe there's a key under the doormat...

When I told Dad about this he said, "Its like you had your mom on one side of your brain and me on the other side of your brain having a conversation about it." He was right. Mom, the sensitive one, what can we do to accomodate? Dad, the rational one, get over it, you'll be fine. In the end, Mom won out. I asked Miss C if she wanted to pick out a toy to hold and Shelly told her she could pick whatever she wanted. She chose a bunny, I held her hand for a couple minutes and she drifted off to sleep.

And now hopefully Miss C's parents don't think I'm crazy because my parents' voices are in my head!