Medicated Weekend is a Bust.

My experiment in medicating on the weekend was a magnificent failure. I am setting up my home office and wanted to be more capable of getting stuff done than usual. So I figured, let's see what happens.

Well. I did absolutely get more stuff done than usual. But at what price?

I picked up ChowderGirl from a birthday party yesterday where they had a big water slide. The mom saw I had a swim suit on (I had been painting) and said "You can go on if you want." But instead of just doing it, I thought about it and decided to be a grown up.

I ended up having to go down the hill to the slide and fetch ChowderGirl (why doesn't she just come up when it is time to leave?). She asked me when I got there if I would PLEASE go down the slide with her, three of her friends all joined in and said YEAH YEAH YEAH DO IT!

I didn't do it. And I regret it. First, because it would have been fun. But also because in the car later, ChowderGirl asked me why I didn't do it. And said "You usually do things like that. You're not like other moms that way." in a disappointed voice.

Now, this isn't a story of the woe of my poor daughter who has lost some grand opportunity to have some fun. She's fine.

But she was right! That is part of who I am. And I don't think I want that me to disappear all the time. I picked her up from the party on time and without any great stress or struggle, but I didn't do the water slide :(