About two months ago on one of our long trips home, Punky managed to stay awake and grew increasingly fussy with each passing moment about an hour into the ride. Knowing she loves music, and drums, and horns, I hit the play button on the CD player in the hope of distracting and amusing her if only for a few minutes.
Because I'm such a young, hip, cool mom, the loaded CD was the soundtrack to the movie Grease. I quickly found the theme song and pointed out the sound of the horns blaring, the rhythm of the drum beat, and sang a few of the lyrics to her. She stopped fussing and listened intently to the music. When the song ended, she asked to hear it again.
I was more than happy to play it again if it meant keeping her quiet and calm for a bit. Besides, I love the movie and soundtrack. It was a quick, easy, enjoyable fix for her fussing. Score one for Mommy!
By about the seventh or eighth time, I had about enough of that song so I suggested we listen to other songs on the CD. Whenever I started to play something different, she'd cry and whine until I played the theme song again. By the time we reached our destination, we listened to it about thirteen times and I had my fill of Grease for awhile.
The weekend passed and all was well until we embarked on our journey back home. About ten minutes into the two and a half hour trip, she asked to hear "the horn song with the horns." At first I had absolutely no clue what the hell she was talking about, but after a few minutes I realized what she meant. "Only one time," I told her as I hit the play button.
One turned into two, then three and four and five. I managed to distract her for a few minutes here and there, but eventually she'd ask to hear it again. I lost count on the number of times I played it that trip, but she was able to sing most of the words by the time we got home.
No big deal. She'll eventually tire of it, I thought. Or she'll simply forget about it. I'll find other songs to amuse her in the car. But it hasn't worked out that way.
Any time we're in the car, or walking toward the car, or planning to go in the car later that day, she asks to hear the horn song with the horns. I took the CD out of the car for a few days at one point, but eventually caved and returned it after her relentless requests to hear it. Guess which CD will not be accompanying us on our trip to Florida?
Speaking of grease...
Last weekend I woke up early...a whole two hours before Punky...so I occupied myself with some much needed housework. Laundry always tops the list come Saturday. I washed one load, put it in the dryer, and washed a second load. When the dryer stopped an hour later, I started folding load number one only to discover lovely black greasy streaks over all the clothes. I hadn't transfered load number two to the dryer at that point so I ran to the washer to check it. Ditto on the streaks. Dammit.
Actually, dammit plus a string of other colorful four letter words. The first load was mostly Punky's clothes...many of which were brand new outfits for our vacation. The second load was all the new shorts and shirts I bought for vacation. I wanted to cry. Not only did I ruin two loads of clothes, we also had to spend money on a new washer just two weeks before our trip.
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