I am a creature of habit. I like to have structure to my days and order to my plans. I realized today that my daughter is the same way.
She was out of her routine for three days in a row. She stayed at my parents’ house on Friday into Saturday, so she was out of her routine. Yesterday we celebrated Easter twice, almost 200 miles apart, so she was out of her routine. Today she was home, and in her routine. And she was a lunatic.
As I described to my mother, “It’s like she’s just been emitting a steady whine all day.” She cried, which she never does, and all she wanted to do was snuggle. I liked the snuggling part, not so much the crying. My girl was clearly tired, and she’s teething, and she’s going through a Wonder Week and a growth spurt. All of these conspired to make one cranky girl.
My husband, who is in serious contention for Father of the Year, bore the brunt of her crank today. I got a pedicure and went shopping with some friends and he held down the fort. Her mood improved as the day went on, and by bedtime she was our smiley girl again. I know she might be a little off again tomorrow, but I also know that being home and staying in her routine will help her get back on her feet. I knew I loved routines, I just didn’t realize I’d passed that love on to my girl!