@Zeonlywayisup I've been awake a lot in the night, too. We could have been sipping hot chocolate together, pondering the madness of our lives. Missed opportunity. I hate it when my diary is clear, then I get to the end of the day and wonder how it was filled by calls and emails.
Back in November, DD3's friend bought her a ticket to see Matilda for her birthday and suggested that DD2 and I join them. It means the girls have me there for confidence, and if I drive the friend doesn't have to worry about getting a dedicated blue badge space because she can transfer into her wheelchair while we're half way out of a space. It's also great because we can skip the main queue and use the accessible entrance, and the wheelchair section is right at the back of the theatre, which is better for DDs.
DD3 was in a terrible mood before we left. She was really low and said that it was a 'birthday burden, not a birthday treat' because she didn't have it in her to be peppy because she was so depressed. I gently said that she was going to need to pull it together for a couple of hours and she muttered that it was the exact reason she didn't want to go. In the end, she managed to pull it together and she had a nice time. She was in a much better mood when we got home.
DD2 was a joy to watch, though. She had her headphones on, of course, but she was enthusiastically clapping the cast, and clapping along when the audience started to clap to the music. She has even expressed an interest in doing some sort of 'ensemble stuff' as she calls it.
DD1 had a really productive session with the psychologist on Friday. I had emailed her to update about pain, so she did a session on 'things that can be big or small' and worked subtly from worries to pain and types of pain and how they can make us worry that something bad is happening but they often are just annoying and take time to get better. In the end, DD1 decided that Friday was a good day to try a sleepover, and she managed to stay the night, which she hasn't done since probably September. It meant that we could take the other girls to see the devil wears prada 2 (it pains me, but it would be wrong to capitalise the title because they've chosen not to on the title screen. You've been warned. I gasped). We had DD1's blessing because she hates the cinema. We went to an old independent cinema and there were about 20 people in the whole room, and none other than us on our row, so it was great.