Why are you crying?!!

Last Sunday Juliane and Hannah’s 1-2 grade basketball team won their championship game.  Poor Hannah spent the day dealing with a stomach virus and couldn’t make the game, so on the way home I called up Mariah so Juliane could share with her Mom and sister that they had just won.  Now, Clay and myself were pumped and pretty excited, it was a great game that Juliane just stole from the other team with some classic Humphries defense, and we left the gym looking for someone to go punch in the arm because we had to get all the energy out.  Juliane on the other hand got on the phone with her Mom and started to cry uncontrollably!  She sobbed all the way home, into the house, and into her sick sister’s arms.  All I could do was look at Clay and wonder if it was this bad after they won, what the heck would have happened if they lost?

Today, I’m hearing some drama going on outside my window, so I take a step outside to check the scene out and find the girls getting fussy with each other.  I try to find out what’s going on and all I get is Hannah breaking down and crying.  I asked what was going on, and all I got was something that I don’t even think was English.  When I pressed her sister, she made little less headway, but at least I understood the language, it just didn’t make any sense.

I’m finding myself increasingly asking the question “Why are you crying?”  In the past week I’ve gotten back, “I’m happy”, “I’m scared”,  ”I don’t know why.”  Where in the world am I living!!!  I knew raising girls was going to be different and challenging, but this is crazy.  We’re not even to the dreaded teenage years yet, and I’m dealing with hormonal drama!

I’ve been thinking alot about how I’m going to survive the girls in High School.  I’m beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t put some more effort into putting together a game plan on surviving elementary!  I’m pretty set on plan A – when Clay goes off to college I’ll just go with him, it beats Plan B – when Clay goes off to college I’ll start drinking, and I might have to settle on Plan C – when Clay goes off to college I’ll lock myself in the bathroom and come out only to go to work!

I love my girls, I just had no ideal that they were going to be so different than boys!  Its a pink world out there, and I’m just trying to figure out how to live in it!