silence is golden

This afternoon I was upstairs organizing pictures and Tom Brady was chattering on about her upcoming birthday party. Harry Potter this and Ravenclaw that. . . lightning bolts and sorting hats. Oh my gosh, she must have talked nonstop for 2 hours. To give you an idea of the chatter capacity of this small child, I took a stack of about 160 photos and put them in chronological order. Then I put them in order in a photo album. I also put a label on each page. What a masterpiece I created while I pretended to listen to my precious little nerdling ramble on about her birthday party that is still 6 months away.

After realizing that it was getting close to 7pm, I headed downstairs to prepare a quick dinner and get the child to bed. While I prepared dinner, she kept jumping and talking and bothering and running and hanging. She was out of control.

As we headed upstairs, Tom Brady was belting out a song at the top of her lungs because she is a professional singer. She proclaimed that her bedroom floor was now a dance floor and the light fixture downstairs began to shake. This child clearly is showing the signs of caffeination. She asked for "just a sip" of my 24oz. Diet Pepsi. I warned her of the side effects of caffiene on children and she drank the rest of the bottle under my neglectful watch.

I read her 3 chapters of a book to settle her down only to find out that the dance floor was re-opened after the book reading. More singing, dancing and more discussion about her birthday party. At 8:40pm, I got her into bed and escaped. I was so exhausted I let her sleep in her clothes because I feared I might hear the phrase "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" again. Anything but that!

Now it is almost 10pm and I am fading fast. That child wore me out. I am haggard. I am tattered. I am going to turn to Chapter 8 in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and continue reading because it is what I am reading at the moment. Oh Harry Potter how I wish I had something else to read tonight.