Ramona had a busy week -- we had a friend visiting from out of town and made two trips to Omaha and back to pick our friend up then deliver her back home after the visit. The kids had Vacation Bible School all week, with my older girls volunteering and Ramona participating. Yesterday, after VBS, she played at the park with friends.
Last night, she was overtired and cranky which led to an outburst that found me sending her to her room for a cooling down period. Later, when the storm had passed, she and I sat at the kitchen table, sharing a snack.
Ramona said, "I have that 'After Grumpy' feeling. Do you know what I mean?"
I told her yes, I knew exactly what she meant -- that feeling of no longer being upset, but not feeling happy yet either, and feeling kind of bad about the whole thing.
"Yeah," she continued, "it's like, you were so grumpy but then you start to wonder, how much of my life have I wasted complaining?"