Anyhow, Derrick and I decided not to lay Madeley down for a nap because that would put us back two, probably even three, hours. Of course, she did not sleep on the way to the hospital. We knew that wouldn't happen. She was well behaved most of the day, busy yet clumsy. As she got more and more tired, she also got sillier and sillier. She threw a bit of a tantrum while we were eating, but it wasn't too bad. We stayed until about 6:30, and at the first mention of leaving, she grabbed her backpack and headed for the door.
I think she was welcoming the opportunity to be forced to be still in her car seat... if that makes sense. Somewhere around Dixon Road, she was out. Even though she normally refuses to sleep in the car seat, this was definitely an exception. It was going on seven o'clock, and she'd been up since eight. When we got home and got her out of the seat, she immediately started fussing. She screamed and cried throughout her entire bath. After her bath, I attempted to put lotion and pj's on her... let's just say she threw a fit. And by fit, I mean she was manic. Kicking and screaming. But at this point, all I could do was look at her with sadness and talk as calming and as sweet as possible. I felt so bad. Here is where my heart overtakes my mind. Normally, if she acted this way, I would not tolerate it. But tonight, I knew it was my fault. I knew she was miserably exhausted. I cannot punish or scold her for being exhausted when I chose not to give her a nap. Do you know what I mean? All she wanted was to lay down, so she did. Right after we brushed her teeth, I laid her down and her eyes immediately shut. Bless her heart!
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