Aliza danced all over the living room Monday night for an hour, while watching Dancing With the Stars. Then it was bedtime, and she was suddenly afflicted with not one, but two sore feet. If you thought it wasn't possible to limp on both feet at once, you haven't met my daughter, the drama queen. Apparently, several hours earlier while playing outside with the neighbor kids, she'd "cracked something" in her foot. And the other foot, well, it bothers her from time to time, always right around bedtime. It's always something. She has some sort of Bedtime Pain and Ailment Not Otherwise Specified Syndrome.
She hobbled to the bathroom to brush her teeth and by then the pain was so unbearable, she was forced to crawl on her hands and knees to bed. She laid awake for over an hour, calling me every few minutes with updates on her anguish. I brought her an ice pack but somehow that just made it worse. She felt we should go straight to the doctor. I said well, if it was still bothering her in the morning, we'd talk about that.
It was still bothering her. She managed to talk me into letting her stay home for awhile and rest it. When the boys started therapy and I was free, we watched Alvin & the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel and then we colored in coloring books together.
I think she just wanted to spend quality time with me.
By 10:30 she was feeling much better and she agreed to go to school after lunch, arriving just in time for the all important lessons in gym class and recess.
I think over this long holiday weekend, Aliza and I might have to go do something fun together.