I hate mornings like this morning. I totally lost my temper at Elizabeth and turned into Mommy Dearest. Seriously.
It is a fight every single morning with her because she wants to wear a dress everyday. Today at school they are doing a physical challenge (no, she isn't in a tiny reality show... lol!) and have to run a mile. I laid out her stretchy pants and a t-shirt and she freaked out. "YOU SAID I could wear my BROWN DRESS this week and you have NOT LET ME YET!!!!" stomp feet, scream, tears.
I tried to reason with her about the run and she said "I CAN WEAR TENNIS SHOES WITH MY DRESS! I CAN RUN IN A DRESS!! YOU SAID I COULD WEAR A DRESS AND I WANT TO WEAR A DRESS!!!"
Meanwhile, Colby is laughing and throwing oatmeal and banana slices all over the kitchen, and then tosses his sippy as hard as he can. OF COURSE, the lid pops off and milk goes everywhere.
Deep breath.... cleansing breath... the world is full of poppies and butterflies... remember the moment of their birth... how precious they were!.... precious babies.... cotton candy... ice cold coke from a glass bottle.... deep breath.... in through the nose....
Ok.... she is right. She can run in a dress. I go to her closet and pull out a brown velvet short sleeve dress. I walk into the bathroom where she is standing in her panties, tears streaming, and say "Here you go." and hand her the dress. She begins wailing again, and stomping her feet. "NOT THAT BROWN DRESS!!!! THE ONE WITH THE FLOWERY BELT!!!! WITH THE SNAPS!!! THE LIGHT BROWN DRESS!!! I HATE THIS ONE!!!"
Speaking of "Snap".... I picked up her Fairly Oddparents Toothpaste and threw it into the wall as hard as I could. Which was pretty hard because it broke the whole lid off and liquid toothpaste went everywhere. I then screamed at her. And threw the brown velvet dress across the room.
The brown dress that she is wanting is one I bought at Old Navy before school started. She has grown just enough that the dress shows her panties when she bends over. Even though she is only in kindergarten, I don't want her flashing her drawers all over the town.
I told her tough luck, but the dress is too small, and she is not wearing it. More tears, more tears, more tears. And she is crying, "I can't believe you broke my toothpaste!! NOW how am I going to brush my teeth!! They are all going to fall OUT!!!!"
I told her to suck it up and go get her damn backpack ready. At this point I could care less if every tooth in her head simultaneously falls on the floor. We eventually leave the house, (cleaning up only the milk, but leaving the remnants of a one man food fight in the kitchen... nice.) and we get halfway to school and I look back at her and she doesn't have her jacket. (She ended up wearing an ugly short sleeve pink dress... with tennis shoes.) "Elizabeth. Where is your JACKET??"
"You didn't hand it to me, so I don't have it."
Pull over just long enough to beat my head into the steering wheel. "Elizabeth, you are almost 6 years old, and you know you need a jacket. It's hanging right by the door. Just get it as you leave the house."
"Well, you are my mom and you are supposed to give it to me when it's cold. That is what moms do."
Lay it on a little thicker, honey. We all know, you are one abused child.
When we got to school, she didn't even kiss me goodbye, just got out of the car.
Now I have to sit here at work and wish that I could start over. And hope she stays safe at school today, so that I don't have to remember this morning as "our last morning together". I know, morbid.
3 comments:
I have been in your shoes many times! It will be OK and she will survive school and the mile run with her icky pink dress and no jacket.
She seems to much like my own daughter at that age. I really felt like I could be writing this post. In a few years she will start negotiating with you and I don't think that is really any more fun. See what you have to look forward to?
At least your sweet boy was happy this morning!
Better yet.. if she's anything like I was or one of my dd's has tried.. she will be stuffing the clothing you don't approve of into a small bag and change at school ;)
Then you can get a call from the school saying "It's in the handbook that this is not acceptable clothing. You need to bring her something more acceptable up to the school." When you thought she was wearing something acceptable all along! LOL.. WEEEEE!
The good thing is, you CAN start over. On the next school day. And you're not morbid. I've had thoughts like that too.
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