Hmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, hmmmmmm, ahhhhh (deep breaths)

It has already been a rough morning.  Let me explain.

It is “sports day” at Zoe’s school.  The kids get to dress up like any sport except swimming-no swim suits at school.

So, Zoe woke up and began the morning and it was all fairly decent until I prompted her to get dressed.  She claimed to have nothing to wear and really wanted to wear her swim suit.  We went round and round and I gave her a few ideas of a costume, none of which she liked.  So, the crying began.  She yelled at me, “this is the worst day of my life.”  She was on the floor, screaming, yelling, trying to rip her clothes off.  I was completely prepared to take her to school in her PJ’s because I do not like the reminder 200 times in the morning about getting ready.  She put on a dress and wanted to be a ballroom dancer and then said, “I don’t want to wear this dress because everybody will tell me that I look cute and I don’t want to say thank you.”  You can see how my morning was going…  hmmmmm, ahhhh, hmmmmm, ahhhhhh

I got in the car to take her to school and she was calm and doing fine.  Me, I was shaking on the insides trying to have self mastery over my emotions.  I couldn’t decide if I should laugh or cry or none of the above.  I want so bad for her to know that you cannot behave like that, where is the owner’s manual?  I didn’t want to let her attitude affect mine, but I haven’t mastered that.  hmmmm, ahhhh, hmmmm, ahhhh.   hmmmm, ahhhhh, hmmmm, ahhhh, hmmmm, ahhhh, hmmmm, ahhhhh. 

wow…