There have been approximately eleventy seventeen four-kajillion times that I've thought, "We might have just turned a corner." A bad habit broken, a good habit formed, or a newfound level of maturity seemed to be looming right in front of my eyes. Alas, just about every single time, I've been wrong.
Alexis was doing that lip thing. I very nearly rammed a pitchfork in my ears to make the annoying stop. Then, one day, the kid finally stopped doing that lip thing. Right after I got brave enough to take the industrial strength ear plugs out of my head, she started it again. Except, now she's an experienced champ at sucking her lip until my brain starts ramming itself against my skull in search of sweet, sweet release.
I can't count the number of times that I've thought maybe --just maybe-- we had finally broken the kid of wandering into our bed at night. Given that she's only stayed in her bed the whole night once so far this year, I think it's safe to say that I'm a wee bit over-optimistic. Often.
When I thought perhaps we had experienced a breakthough on the whole Too Shy to Function thing, I was a little scared to think about it too much. I'm STILL afraid to think about it too much.
So, I won't.
Instead, all I will say is that I'm not sure who I watched run the show at dance class today. My kid would never be the one told, "More dancing, less talking." My kid would never be the one yelling, "HIIIII!" across the room. My kid would never be the one being so outgoing that she could have been considered obnoxious.
It was, however, my kid who bounced out of class, looked me square in the eye, and said, "I did a good job today, but I still don't like her."
