Here we go. I suppose it's something that at least it was day 3 week 1 and not day 1 week one. The
daughter is exhausted from having so much fun at the place
she counted down to go to...SCHOOL. This walking contradiction was all over the place this morning. She whines
about getting up. Friend rings doorbell 15 minutes after wake up but 40 minutes earlier than usual (oh now we are perky). I
shut down a clearly planned sooner than needed departure. Yay me, I am
rewarded with whining about being at school on time. You just stood here
and told me you were sleepy; but now you want to leave early enough that
school won't be open for 30 minutes? You did cover opposites in
kindergarten right? Seems fishy, no way am I allowing that much unsupervised time. Not my first rodeo. The next hurdle was the outfit. I consider my approach carefully because, you know I know nothing. Mom's are are actually the job that you get the least amount of training for. We just start at the bottom rung and once you make it through the teens we can move up the ranks. Education what's that? Prior knowledge and experience from I don't know living 25 years before you! Yup I'm clearly an ignoramus and now will consult 9 year olds in all future life decisions as they must have been born during the age of enlightenment. I drop the hint that it's going to be another hot one. She ignores me of course (my voice must be on dog whistle when talking to my children). So now I have to put it out there in the form of her idea. I say "Hey it is going to be as hot as it was yesterday, you sure you don't want to wear something a little cooler"? She says "No, I'm fine" smugly as she swallows celery and toast with peanut butter without the appearance of chewing (whatever, if it's food and minimally processed I will kind of allow any mash up of minimal sugar at this point in their diets).
