Why is it............

as soon as your child starts to feel better you start to feel bad?   I guess that is just life.  This weekend was a little rough.  I blame in on the fact that Payton wasn't actually 100% better and the weather.  Sunday was especially trying.  First off........ the time change.  I really do enjoy this time change of coming home and it is still  light outside.  However, the first few mornings are a little rough.  We completely missed church because we overslept according to the "new" time.  Our bodies were still on the old time.  Then on Sunday I had to go to work.  I actually took Payton with me, and she did really well.  I was able to knock off about two hours of work before she was done.  I treated her to Beth Marie's for lunch and ice-cream.

We got home around 2:00 and that is when all hell broke out in the Cargill household. First of all, it was too cold to go outside.  Therefore, she demanded that I play with her.  Usually, I can open the back door and she goes outside to blow bubbles or we will go around the block a couple of times.  However, that really wasn't an option.  I  try to keep in mind that she is only this age for a little while and that one day I will not be the coolest person in the room.  However, after about an hour of playing upstairs with her, Mommy needed to get some chores done.  This turned into a MAJOR tantrum.  Derek was at work, so I did the best I could.  I tried to negotiate with  her and even set a timer.  Mommy will play for ten more minutes then Mommy gets ten minutes of time to herself.  Sometimes Payton will play all by herself upstairs for long stretches of time. BUT NOT YESTERDAY.   I think because she wasn't feeling well she was especially attached to momma bear.  It made for a long afternoon and evening.  At the end of the day, I felt like all I did was raise my voice at her which made her cry.  I am not a yeller, and I didn't yell per se.  However, I did have to repeat myself multiple times getting louder and more serious in tone because she was just not listening.  I know she doesn't like doing her breathing treatment, but she has to.  I asked her multiple time to do it, but she just wasn't listening which made me "mean Mommy."   It also breaks my heart that she would cry, but because she was so tired and cranky she would cry at the drop of the hat.  If I put the blueberries in the pink bowl instead of the purple there would be tears and a fit.  Needless to say, by the time her head hit the pillow last night she was out, and I was grateful that the day was finally over.

Doesn't she look like she is so mistreated?  This is her sad face.  Why is she sad?  Who knows.......



On another note, we are going to Hawaii this summer.  I am so excited.  This is our annual girls trip, but because it is Hawaii boys get to come along. Last week we officially booked our tickets.  We have had the room booked for awhile now.  We are going to the Disney resort Aulani on Oahu.  I have never been to Hawaii so any advice/ information would be much appreciated.  My only reservation about the trip is the flight.  We have booked a direct flight from DFW to Honolulu, but that is about nine hours of flying with a four year old.  We have already started a list of things to get/pack just for the  flight.   The good news is that the flights back are late at night and you arrive early in the morning the next day.  Therefore, I am hoping the flight back everyone will sleep.  It is just the flight over that I not looking forward to enduring.