Oh yeah. We had another one of those mornings. My dear sweet, sweet little princess. Let's see. How did it start? Well, I have been doing laundry and so all the clean clothes are stacked up in the laundry room. So knowing that Emily would not have much to choose from in her dresser, I kindly brought an outfit up from the laundry room for her. I woke her up very sweetly (I didn't even sing or anything) and said "Emily, it's time to get up and come read your take home book." We didn't have time last night so I told her I would wake her up early this morning to read it. Apparently I was fooling myself to think that she would even consider wearing the outfit I brought her. She pitched a fit (I am from Texas and yes, that does make sense, THANK YOU! And stop trying to squeeze all the Texan out of me.) and put on something else. What she put on was very cute. Except that the capris she put on are the same ones she wore to the park last night and they had a big black spot on the booty and grass stains on the knees. I told her she couldn't wear them because they looked filthy. She started whining and crying and looking over her shoulder saying that she couldn't see any big black spot (Duh! I can't see my butt either. Well actually it is probably out there far enough I can.) and she was going to wear them any way.
At this point I am not going to bore you with the details, just know that 500 outfits and a lot of blood, sweat and tears later she finally was dressed for school. The whole changing of the clothes lasted about 45 minutes. Then she was mad because she had about 3 minutes left to eat breakfast and it was all MY fault because I wouldn't let her wear the outfit that she wanted to in the first place. I tried to explain to her that she is the one who made the choice....blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah.....that is what it looked like she was thinking when I was talking to her. The she freaked out because it was time to leave and she couldn't find her take home book. That was also my fault. I told everyone it was time to go right now and if they wanted a jacket they better get one now. We all filed out the door and started walking and she started whining and crying again because it was freezing (it really wasn't) and she didn't have a jacket and she HATES walking to school. I reminded her I told her to get a jacket if she needed one. She says I didn't.
The whole time we were walking I got to hear about how this is the WORST day of her life and it is ALL my fault and...blah, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah.....that's probably what I looked like I was thinking. Anyway, once again I found myself thinking about how much fun it will be when she is actually a teenager.
Oh, my sweet little princess. I love her so, so very much. And she's pretty darn lucky that I do.
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Can someone please explain to me why if I actually get to be graced with the paragraphs actaully appearing in my post, they have to be 100 miles apart?
I am not sure about the paragraph thing, sorry I can not help. But I feel like I am going through the same thing with my husband. Well kids and husbands can be very frustrating sometimes. I feel your pain. I would of let her wear the dirty pants to school and the kids would have laughed and she would have learned her lesson. Well I probably would not have done that but it is a funny thought.
Ally, for some reason she reminds me a little of me. I am sorry because I know how I was as a teenager. See, the whole reason I don't want girls!
This is why I love uniforms! I still get some whining about getting dressed but it's very minimal.
Too funny (from an outsiders point of view). I can already see these moments building up in my girls. Can't wait.
i have already told you how to do paragraphs. One more time:
1.Click on edit html
2. Find where you want the split, the last word of the last sentence in the paragraph and put the blinky cursor after that word and press enter on your keyboard ONE time.
3. if it doesn't work, we will all just ignore your paragraph issues.
Ok, SMARTYPANTS!!! I know that. But it is a pain in the bahooka to go into edit html and read between all that mumbly schumbly and figure out where to put the blinky thingy and push enter. I just think you should be able to push enter the plain old regular way and have it work the plain old regular way. But thanks for the help.
Kathy, for some reason my kids don't care what other kids say so if they would have made fun of her she probably wouldn't have noticed. I suppose that is a good thing.
Farrah, I cannot tell you how much she reminds me of you. Every time I say "Emily, you don't have to yell! I am right here next to you!"....And then I feel bad because you told me how you felt growing up when people told you not to yell and you were just talking and didn't know you were yelling.
I would love uniforms.
Oh believe my Allyson when I say that the uniforms are just as bad!!! Elizabeth has uniforms and she wants to wear the same skort every freakin' day!! Sometimes I think that it might be easier to just go to a school without uniforms and then I read your post and maybe not!
no fb friday? are you still alive?
Yes, I was wondering where FB Friday was. I almost did one for you but Kristy might have hated me for it. :)
what was it? the bowls on the butt?
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