It's Friday. Whew.
This week has been Dr. Seuss week at school. Which has been fun and awesome and actually not as stressful as one would think.
But this morning waking up the kiddo was torture. For us both.
I actually woke up pretty quickly today. First alarm, no back-up needed (what, you don't have one? You totally should!). She was impossible. Zonked out like nobody's business.
Eventually she got up - bathroom - dressed - came downstairs.
Me, as the incredible mom of the month, I realized that it was March 1st. Time to bring in her book log. I'm awful, I don't always keep on top of it and yes, I write it out. Because it's like the longest process of our lives if she does it every month. It was causing battles and I didn't want to go there. Maybe it's wrong of me, but so be it. She reads, she reads well, and we discuss the books, etc. She's started reading the books before bed TO me. That's awesome, right?
Dr. Seuss week has rocked, as she has read us Green Eggs and Ham AND The Cat in the Hat. Rock on, my 6-yo delight. Rock on!
This morning we had decided she'd have breakfast and lunch at school today. Why not? She's been good in the AMs as far as eating goes, I figured toss in a break for mommy this morning. Especially since I had that list to do ... ehem.
Boredom, you ask?
Yes. Of course. She must have been bored in the five minutes or so we had been downstairs. It was enough time for her to start playing with the gate. You know the one - right? The important one in between our living room and the rest of the house to keep beautiful boxer Bella away from the cats? The cats she does not quite hate or love, but needs to chase at all times? Yes. Yes. Now you're with me. THAT one.
"Kiddo, stop playing with the gate. Go brush your teeth."
"Come on, leave the gate alone and go brush your teeth."
Me, writing in the remaining books on her list. At the kitchen table. Back to the action.
BOING! Clank! Crash?
Her face frozen in fear.
"YOU BROKE THE GATE? HOW DID - HOW COULD YOU? What HAPPENED?"
Yes, she broke the gate. Of course she started crying. She felt bad and I was yelling.
"Come on, kiddo, brush your teeth."
It's not that bad ... (from HER, not me)
"It's not that bad, but it's BROKEN."
Cue more tears.
I didn't mean it ... (her, again)
"I know, kiddo, but you still broke it. I know it was an accident, but you know you shouldn't have been playing with it."
"Remember, when something like this happens it's important to say you're sorry. Instead of I didn't mean it," (me, calming down some) "Okay?"
Nods. Tears. Whining.
Mom of the year award goes to?
The husband comes down with Bella. We have the child sit down for breakfast as it's the easiest way to get her to sit and do something else. She starts crying harder about no breakfast at school.
Lord help me.
This was my morning. The day has to start looking up, right?