Scarlett’s Hysteria

Scarlett laughed uproariously!  “Of course I don’t think you’re pushy!  But you know Sonny will be crushed that he can’t close the deal.  Poor boy probably never has, if you know what I mean!  Well, this calls for a drink!”

I’m a longtime fan of this gorgeous photo shop:

“And a much more liesurely day.  We need to rest up for dinner at Auntie’s.”  Vesta was relieved that accepting her aunt’s Manhattan townhouse — instead of cooperatively purchasing a flat — was amenable to the other two.

Scarlett cleared the celebratory sugar-rimmed glasses, grabbed her camera, and suggested sightseeing in their new neighborhood.

This shop renders NY beautifully:

The weight of real estate shopping lifted, the three spinsters toured New York with light hearts.  

They laughed and snacked and stayed out until it was time for dinner at Auntie’s townhouse. 

This shop has some great vintage items:

Scarlett captured their romp on film, which they would take to the pharmacy to be developed in the coming week.


About AngelaLTodd

I am queen of the helicopter parents. But there are enough of us that we are becoming a social problem. Here’s my story. Thing 1 was coming, they couldn’t stop him, it was only 24 weeks and 3 days. Someone asked: should we try to save him? Well, yes. Yes! Ten days later, a team of doctors closed the door behind us to explain brain bleeds, sepsis, meningitis. Shall we pull the plug? Well, no. No! Babydaddy laid hands on him every day, massaged him when he was ready. For the three months he was in intensive care, and the three weeks at an intermediate hospital, I would get up in the night and pump breast milk, thinking about my baby across town. Babydaddy delivered it every morning, earning the name “milkman.” It was funny. We had every therapy going for as long as possible: early intervention, the intermediate unit, private therapies. Terms multiplied: sensory processing dysfunction, sensory integration problems, orally defensive, auditory sensitivities, comprehensive developmental delay, cognitive function impairment, retinopathy of prematurity. He did occupational therapy, physical therapy, speech therapy, play therapy; we consulted with a neurologist, school psychologist, wraparound service provider, developmental specialist. He worked with an occupational therapist for a year and a half to tolerate teeth and hair brushing. Not surprisingly, parenting didn’t feel natural. I learned to read to my baby watching Phyllis, our physical therapist. Voices, commentary, labeling colors, counting… she was very good! Merging professional research skills with my genetic propensity for silliness (mom was class clown, dad’s distantly related to Lucille Ball), my mothering style came together. Eventually. But I still channel Phyllis on occasion. Thing 2 was full term. They are complete opposites; she is a sensory seeker with a wild sense of adventure and an inventive sense of fashion. Keeping them both busy and happy is an exasperating and sweet challenge. I still believe that every day can be fun and educational while reinforcing kids' boundaries. I’m on a mission to save us helicopter parents from ourselves. No more bubble wrapped kids and guilty parents. Let’s teach them coping skills. Let’s get fun.
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2 Responses to Scarlett’s Hysteria

  1. Crystal says:

    Lovely story and items to go with it. Great idea. Thanks for featuring my photo!

  2. Aw, thanks Crystal! So glad to see you back at work. Congrats on your growing family!

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