They got stuck and triggered each other more and it was just yucky. I came back home from teaching to a sobbing little girl and stressed out husband with neither knowing how to calm down or put the pieces back together.
It took a lot of work from me (and them) and about 24 hours, but eventually regulation happened for both of them and they reconnected. They both acknowledged things they could have done differently. Princess admitted the feelings behind the episode and expressed great remorse. A plan was made to repair the damage and move forward.
Princess was allowed to have the slumber party that was planned for that weekend. She was so grateful. She didn't want to have to explain to her friends that it was cancelled because she had a giant freakout because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop her hurt parts from ruining her mom's birthday and that it was going to get her sent away.
She said, "It's like in our song. 'They don't know my head is a mess.' Only you and dad really know me."
It's true. "The Story" by Brandi Carlile is so perfect for us. We sing it to each other several times a day most days. We know all the words by heart.
Of course, she has no ideas who Brandi Carlile is. She thinks Christine Moers sings it because of a video she saw of Christine lip-synching it with her daughter. (Or "That white lady on the Internet with braids in her hair and a brown daughter who hula hoops talks about being crazier than your kids.")