{too much of a good thing}

  

I can easily argue that one can never have enough education, enough friends, enough experiences, enough chocolate...but there are some things I see as too much of a good thing. Example: when the boys get crazy together. Super cute & endearing for about 10-15 minuets depending on the time of day & my current emotional state. But there are days where Presley cannot even take 5 seconds of the noise & crazy brotherly banter & ruckus. She melts down into a puddle of unconsolable tears & strife. Tonight was one of those instances where Presley had just had it with the big brothers & their loud ways. Call it over stimulation. She sobbed while we made dinner, she sobbed while we plated dinner, still while serving it & then cried into her plate. She could not even be convinced to stop, breathe & eat. So Mommy (me) took it upon herself to take the baby into her arms & shield her from the nuthouse that is our home from the hours of 3-6pm. I stowed us girls away into Tre's room, shut the door, drew the blinds & got cozy in the rocking chair where we sat rocking back & forth & rubbing each other's fingers & palms. Her breathing settled. I suggested we join the boys at the table. "NO!"  So we sat in the dark a bit longer.  Her eyes still wet from tears & still a few heavy breaths here & there. her beloved chooch between her lips. Brotherly ruckus is a good thing...but sometimes its just too much for the queen-bee. I feel ya Presley!