Ev is not really one of those "rowdy" kids. She just talks alot. ALOT. have never really felt the need to put her on a treadmill or in a giant hamster ball- until today.
That girl is nuts. She is all hyper and jumpy and demand-y and making noises with ray guns (sister I will get you back for that damn gun believe me when I say this) just to hear the noise, walking around tooting on her recorder (ok that one was my fault) just to be making noise, chasing the cat with either the gun or the recorder, chasing the cat while acting like a manic phased bi-polar cat, beading but not really just leaving the beads about the joint, doing a mosaic but not really, just opening it up and then wandering off to make noise and act weird. Listening to loud music. Not talking but sort of yelling/talking.
I strongly suggested to my husband that he go shovel the drive-way and take the Manic Monkey out with him and stay for a coupla hours. He went. he took her. Blessed man.
So yeah. THIS winter. She is going stir crazy and taking me with her.
I swear I am going to fill the bath tub up later, put a suit on her and let her "go swimming" until she gets all prune-y. Then I am going to find about 500 reasons that she needs to go up and down the stairs. Then I may consider medication. I am not sure who would be getting the meds just yet. Me or her.
Probably me.
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