Life has been a wild ride lately.
And by that I mean my in-laws were just here.
They drove up from the Carolinas through the remnants of Hurricane Matthew, loaded with stories of flooding and disaster. My world never fails to implode every time they're here. I don't know what it is. Usually it involves me being sick, but this time James and Gracie were the sick ones. Gracie also stopped sleeping. Just stopped sleeping. She was up past midnight one night, and I was so frustrated that once she fell asleep, I was up the rest of the night. The next night my insomnia showed up, and I got maybe two hours of sleep. I slept about a combined total of 4 hours in 48 hours, and I had the privilege of entertaining my MIL and her mother while James, that lucky son of a gun, got to go to work. Entertaining them was not difficult as they wanted to spend their two full days here exploring the same mall. I half-dozed on mall couches while they tried on clothes and gushed over every store they saw, claiming they never see stores like this in North Carolina. I smiled and nodded, knowing full well they have two equally impressive malls 45 minutes away from their homes.
They were very upset with me when I had to spoil their fun and pull them away from the mall since it was past Gracie's lunch and nap time. They don't believe in naps or bedtimes, and told me that such strict rules of this kind will only cause her to rebel as a teenager. They clucked their disapproval and rolled their eyes when either one was mentioned. Gracie chose that day to betray me and refuse to nap. My MIL rewashed my clean dishes, telling me she doesn't believe in dishwashers with her mother echoing the sentiment in the background.
It was a long few days, but I'm glad Gracie got to see her southern half of the family. They were very sweet and bought us all some new things, and James' grandma left a delicious caramel cake with us that she made. I dove into it mouth first every evening once they were back at the hotel. The cake helped drown out the buzzing in my head from a full day spent with two loud and chatty women who sound like Paula Deen and refer to PF Chang's as "Jackie Chan's."
The morning they left, I woke up with a cold. Gracie woke up the next morning overcome with mischief. She started climbing the stairs when I wasn't paying attention. I got lax with the baby gate since she never showed much interest, but now she zooms up the stairs whenever the urge hits and I'm not looking. She pulled all the toothpaste out of the bathroom drawer, and had me literally jumping out of the shower mid-shampoo when I thought she was squeezing toothpaste on the floor. Turns out, I just need to wear my contacts in the shower. While sitting in her high chair, she pushed a dining room chair over, causing it to fall on a bookshelf, which pushed the cookbooks over, which knocked a frame off the wall. She threw her shoes and socks on the floor in the grocery store, tried to climb on the stove and dump the salt out of the salt shaker, pulled things out of the fridge, and was thisclose to figuring out how to unlock the front door when I told her it's not time to go outside. She's also on the verge of unbuckling her carseat. If you're wondering, the answer is yes. Yes I did buy myself a donut at the grocery store.
All this toddler mischief is probably because I made her take a nap today. All those rules will make a child rebel, you know.