Even Princesses Need A Break Sometimes

My poor sweet little girl has had it.  She has recently started with three new therapists in addition to the one she'd been seeing.  For a little while, she handled everything fine...but even the most patient two-year-old is going to have to assert her independence from time to time.

Julie came by this morning at our new (later, thank goodness!) time.  The moment she set down her toy bag, The Princess jumped right in and brought out the bubbles.  As she's done every other time they've ever played with bubbles, Julie tried to get The Princess to say or sign the word.  The Princess hit the floor.

Poor kiddo just wants no part of it.  We've been parading new people in and out of here like it's some kind of museum, and she's sick of it.  Through the entire hour session today, The Princess threw herself on me no less than thirty-seven times.  When she cooperated with Julie, it was under extreme protest. 

Just before the hour was over, The Princess stormed into her room, grabbed Dirt Pink and flopped on her bed.  Think teenager...that kind of floppage. 

More and more demands are being put on her every day, both from people she knows well and from utter strangers.  It's got to be a lot to deal with.

After she spent about a half-hour calming herself down in her bedroom, I decided to throw the kid a bone and let her watch some Baby Einstein.  I didn't even give her any flack about standing in a daze in front of the TV. 

On a whim I called Grumma to see what was going on in her neck of the woods.  I told her that The Princess was having issues with all of the structure being imposed upon her, and that she could really use some time at Dizzyland (that's what we call my folks' house)...where she's allowed to do anything she wants.  Grumma said to come on over, so we packed everything up lickety-split.

Before heading to Dizzyland, I drove to school with The Hubbs and The Princess.  I needed to return some textbooks I had purchased at the book store before realizing I could save $130 by buying them online.  My new copies had arrived in the mail, so I just needed to get some scratch back for the copies I'd purchased from school.

From there we headed directly to Dizzyland, did not pass go, did not collect $200 (bummer!).  In the driveway we grabbed the diaper bag and unfastened The Princess's seat belt harness.  She was waiting at the front door in the blink of an eye.

I opened the door for her and she shot up two flights of stairs to the living room, making a beeline for the toy bin.  She was happy as a clam, so it seemed like as good a time as ever...

The Hubbs and I took off to catch a matinee showing of "Avatar", which was amazing.  I'm not in the business of reviewing movies, and I don't like to spoil things for other people...just know that we loved it. 

Believe it or not, The Hubbs had never been to Fratello's in Volo, so we headed over there for dinner after the show.  Tuesday is my folks' Fratello's night, and we laughed when we realized Pop and Uncle Harv were likely to show up while we were eating.

Sure 'nuff, The Hubbs looked over my shoulder and saw them first.

I was up out of my seat and on the move...cruised right up to Pop before he even saw me, flung my arm around his waist and said, "Hey, you're kinda cute...wanna come home with me?"  That got a few laughs.  :)

After dinner we visited at Dizzyland for a while and I'm just settling back in at home.  The Princess is all tucked in, wearing her monkey jammies and cuddling her cowboy boot.  I know, right?  But I swear...she's seriously cuddling footwear for bed tonight.

Tomorrow she has the day off.  Even princesses need a break sometimes.