The Binkie Fairy got her ass handed to her last night. In a big way. That Missy is more tenacious than I gave her credit for.
Don't get me wrong. They Fairy triumphed. But she's in rough shape this morning, children.
Missy had a great birthday. All the requisite ingredients: cake, swimming, friends, G-ma and Poppy, Lou and gifts. Life was pretty great, until bed time.
When it was time to put the binkies in the box, she balked. "I think I want to have a binky tonight, Mama."
"No, honey. You're a big girl now and it's time to give the binkies to the Binky Fairy. She's going to bring you a wonderful present!"
"Um, no. I want my binkies."
I forced the issue, because I am mean that way. The binkies went in the box, the box went on the porch, because she was suddenly afraid of the fairy. Well, the bitch was stealing her binkies! What's not to be afraid of??? And she cried. Cried and screamed until 9:30, when she fell into an uneasy sleep. She woke up five times during the night. You remember yesterday, when I mentioned how Mr. Clairol and I wept with exhaustion? We were revisiting that last night. And my darling child, that will sleep until noon, if I let her? Up at 6 o'-fucking-a-god damn- clock.
Dear Blessed Virgin,
I am not a Catholic and so do not pray to you often, but you were a mother and I need to ask for some of your divine patience, since I'm pretty sure you didn't kill any of your children. Thank you.
There were many times during the night that I almost caved and gave her a binky. That is the truly hard part of parenting. Stroking her sweaty hair, meeting her red and teary eyes and denying her desperate request killed me. Hearing her heart-breaking cries? Well, it broke my heart. I'm not made of stone, people. But I stayed strong, knowing that four years old is far too old to have a pacifier. Even if it is only for sleeping.
Today, we get to go to the doctor and have four vaccinations! Yay! There will even be one for Drama Queen as well, so she doesn't feel left out. Missy's new motto is going to be Birthdays Suck Ass! Come to think of it, that's pretty catchy. Sounds like a bumper sticker to me.
Update: We're back from the doctor's office and I have a new respect for my middle child. I was honest with her from the start, that she was getting shots and they would sting a bit, for a little while. When it was our turn, she hopped up in the chair, told the nurse she needed shots, and took them like a little Marine. Not a wince, not even an ow! That kid is tough-stuff! Hoo-rah!
Thursday, August 14, 2008
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5 comments:
Oh yikes, nights like those suck don't they. She will get through it but I love the whole Binky Fairy Idea. I made my kids throw them in the trash.
Doesn't sound like it's going to be a fun day either...take care.
I can remember running out at midnight to get a pacifier for my youngest, just to get a good night's sleep. We had never even heard of the binky fairy fifteen years ago. I had to get rid of them with 3 different boys. My daughter sucked her pointer finger. You can't exactly get rid of a finger, LOL!
Somehow, they are all well-adjusted adults (the youngest is 18), despite having pacifiers until almost 4 years of age. You will all survive this, too, although I doubt it seems so after last night!
Good job to your little girl for being so brave! I work in a pediatric office, and I can tell you there are teenagers who freak out worse than some little kids do. Being honest like you were is the right thing to do, because I truly believe it is the anticipation that makes it worse.
BTW, I don't speak Spanish, but I can say 'no shot'--it's pronounced "No POO-YAH," LOL! (The doctor is Indian. Our clientele is mostly Indian or Hispanic. I can also say insurance in Spanish, LOL!)
I hope you have a relaxing weekend--you deserve it.
We recently took our daughter's plugger (binky) away. We told her it was lost. Well now wherever we go she yells "plugger, plugger where are you?" Thinking maybe it got lost at Target, Wal Mart, the park...
Good luck.
The Binkie Fairy came to my house, too, many years ago. We called her the NeeNee Fairy, tho. I don't recall a night like you had, but gosh, I'm feelin' for ya! Sleep is precious and I've had nights like those for other reasons and they suck donkey balls.
Hopefully Missy won't adopt your new birthday motto (altho I must admit, it's a good one), and the rest of her year of being 4 will be fabulous!
I had a friend that use to cut her childs binkies a little more and a little more every day. Eventually the nub became SO much work for the kid to keep in her mouth she quit asking for them.
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