The Story

Princess had a pretty big meltdown the day before my birthday (Okay, that's an understatement.  It was a massive, giant meltdown.)  She was home alone with Hubster and it was the first time he'd had to deal with one of that magnitude alone.  (I told him, "Yay!  That means she trusts you as much as she trusts me!  Great job!" but he didn't feel so celebratory about it.)

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.")

"The Story"

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

Oh yeah, well it's true... that
I was made for you...