Tiredness is a killer.

Did I ever tell you what Grant and Abbie are going to be when they grow up?

Grant has had several plans - as well he should.  First, he wanted to build robots in space.  Then, he wanted to be Indiana Jones.  I think most recently he has expressed a desire to be a geologist who goes into space to study rocks from other planets.  I have been told that there is a name for this, but it escapes me at present.  Space + Science = Grant's lofty future plans.  He also plans to attend the university formerly known as UMR, and live in Arizona afterward, since he was born there.


Abbie has had but one plan.  She wants to own a tea shop.  She wants to serve bubble tea at her tea shop.  Aaaaaaand that's about it.  For her small business owner's degree, she also plans to go to college in Rolla.  No official word on where she will open her shop.


I wanted you to know that I have been looking up Second Brilliant Child Syndrome, which you will recall I made up one day.  So far I haven't come up with anything, but along the way I read an article saying that if you suspect you have a gifted child, it is something that you should bring up with your child's pediatrician.  I never thought to do that.
 
"When worrisome health issues present at a pediatric doctor office, and if the doctor has a strong background knowledge of giftedness, he or she will be better positioned to understand and differentiate the symptoms from signs of giftedness, thus resulting in fewer misdiagnoses and fewer inappropriate medical treatments. If a doctor remains unsure of a presenting diagnosis, strong background knowledge of giftedness will still make it far easier to appropriately make any needed referrals, thus finding quicker answers for the parents and child. - See more at: http://www.sengifted.org/archives/articles/where-does-a-pediatric-doctor-fit-in-the-care-of-gifted-children#sthash.iqkYH9DB.dpuf"


Back to the present.  Grant and Abbie spent the weekend with my mother.  I was told that they stayed up an hour past their regular bedtime.  When we picked them up, Grant had been asleep in the car, but insisted that he was merely resting.  So defensive!  I wonder why he doesn't embrace car sleeping.  Then, he was whiny.  Probably, he was tired.  But it was a pretty severe case.  Husband made it a hundred times worse by yelling.  Then we had Grant crying and backing away from us in a grocery store.  Great.  Well, I went to him and asked if we could work together and just get the shopping done, and please get past our upset-ness for now.  He agreed, and did a tolerable job.  The crying and backing away stopped, and he only occasionally did random things designed to make us frustrated and explosive.


At home, we started our Sunday ritual of Family Game Night, where we play board games together.  We picked Boggle.  My favorite.  We had another explosion from Husband over a pencil, and whiny Grant-ness both before and after that.  And poor sportsmanship from Grant, which is typical of him, but we all successfully ignored his negative commentary, and he didn't have the energy to pursue it.
By the next Grant fit, it was my turn to be Fed Up.  I had him come and stand in front of me and listen to a list of 4 things he needed to consider.  It was all perfectly reasonable and logical and do-able.  However, I failed utterly in the emotion-less voice.  There were probably flames flickering behind my eyes.


This morning had a rough start, too.
Good vibes would be appreciated, Friends.