Bullet dodging

After an incredibly trying weekend, things seem back to normal here. A few things I've noticed about myself at this point in time:

- I know that when things get emotionally crazy and one can't eat or sleep, that it's temporary; doesn't mean it goes any faster, but I can at least remind myself that there is another side coming.

- You can't predict how people will react in any certain situation, no matter what you think you know about them.

- I know that raising teenagers is harder than raising toddlers. At least, the stakes seem to be higher. With little ones, you just try to keep them from plummeting off the climbing structure and make sure they wash their hands. With teenagers, there are all sorts of untold evils lurking out there than will affect their adult lives dramatically. Oy.

Losing it

O has her first wiggly tooth, bringing her much joy. She's probably has a couple weeks before it actually falls out, but who knows: she's already psyched to have Robyn "yank it out," to use her words.

Provenance

One night I was putting the little girls to bed, and O had come out a couple times to complain about various things, trying to get me to let her sleep on the floor, etc. I put her back in her room and told her to stay there, and Robyn then did something to make O angry... and out O comes, pounding down the hall, yelling "here comes the madness!" I'd say.