Tayler called last night in hysterics

After a late snack at El Vaquero's last night with Ann and Igor, we (Tyler, Scott and I) were so full, and so tired, we just went straight to bed when we got home.

Close to 11 we got a call from a friend of mine who was probably calling to tell me that she was still to sick to work out in the morning. We couldn't find the phone and I was too tired to call back. Almost immediately the phone started ringing again and this time it was Tayler. Scott found the phone and answered it.

It was clear Tayler was having a panic attack of some sort about being away from home and having to be at this soccer boot camp. Scott was telling her to breathe, and asking her what was going on, and saying over and over that he could not just come and pick her up.

She asked to talk to me and said she was so sore she could barely move, and she can't do this anymore, and she just wants to come home and some other things that were unintelligible because her mouth was too close to the phone and she was crying uncontrollably.

Everything I said didn't calm her down, she had worked her way into hysterics and wasn't really listening.

Tayler, I said, I can't come pick you up. But you need to calm down. You need to find one of the camp counselors or coaches to help you calm down.

They won't help me, she said.

How do you know? I asked.

Because they just tell me how to do the soccer tricks and then just show me again.

I said, but you haven't asked about help tonight right?

No, she said.

Find someone and ask for help, I said.

I don't know where the counselor for our floor is! she said.

Remembering the hall from when we dropped her off, I told her where the counselor/coach was and that it had a sign on her door. I told Tayler I loved her and said goodbye.

I slept like a log because I was exhausted, but this morning, I was worried for her. Scott was less than sympathetic about Tayler.

While at work, I got a call from her telling me that she got help last night, and they told her if she is sore or having trouble she can stretch at any time. Stretching helps, they explained to her, and she seemed to be placated by this.

Last night's call was so different from Monday night's call where Tayler was saying how awesome the camp is and she wants to come back next year, and telling me everything she had done. You could tell she was homesick, but she was ok.

Last night she was sad and upset, and anxious, and most concerned that she had not received a letter from me yet.

I explained that I overnighted her the package with a brush and comb that she forgot yesterday and she would definitely receive THAT by Wednesday afternoon.

Scott pointed out to me that this is the first time that the twins have been apart 24/7 this long, and I realized, every time they went to camp they've been together even if not in the same cabin/room.

Tyler announced the first night that she guesses she can't really be without Tayler. I think Tayler might be feeling the same thing.

Regardless it's good for the kids to have some time apart. I think it will make them appreciate their time together a little more. At least for a few days.