My brother Brian has a saying: “too much ha-ha, pretty soon boo-hoo.” Sadly this is true in my experience. My most recent (and usual) encounter involved my daughter on the Fourth of July. We spent a fabulous day with old friends, went to two parades, and watched amazing fireworks. Lots of ha-ha.
For my daughter, the consumption of sugar inevitably leads to the meltdown. We were feeling smug that we had averted the morning cry-fest having confiscated all the candy the kids collected at a parade, doling out only a few pieces and praying the kids would distract each other enough to forget about their loot. So far so good!
Then we took them for ice cream.
Ice cream at 7:00pm when your preschooler has had no nap and awoke at the ungodly time of 5:45am is not a good idea. I know this. And yet, I kidded myself that since it was a holiday and the promise of fireworks would keep adrenaline high for another couple of hours, it would be no problem. This was a gross miscalculation. Gross. Boo-hoo indeed.
Fortunately all was not lost. A time-out, a glass of wine for mommy, and a short nap for Sophie Jane was enough to repair the crack in the earth. If only all troubles could be managed so easily…