Olivia was the first to come into my room that morning, positively beaming, letting me know that she had packed her lunch box but was also the first to have a meltdown. I asked her if she wanted me to do her hair to which she replied, yes. I put pigtails in with quite a bit of "ouches" and then upon inspecting her hair in the mirror, she errupted into a full scale hysterical crying conniption. She HATED them.
I couldn't blame her. They are NOT her. She is not cutesy and feminine so it was like putting lipstick on a pig. Wait, I am not calling Olivia a pig...just that, dressing up something....oh, never mind. Hopefully you can see my adoration even though my foot resides in my mouth.
As I pulled the pigtails out (no pun intended), it was the straw for my little camel and she heaved herself onto the couch, face first, in a heap of tears and vowed to never go to school, ever.
D.R.A.M.A
She is good at it.
'Not going to school' over my dead body so, by some miracle, I was able to coax (with the promise of buckets of candy bars) a picture out of her and still make it to the bus stop even if it was like taking a cat to the bath. She wanted to be excited but just could not. stop. crying. Although, I wasn't pleased with the way the morning unfolded, I was pleased she at least got on the bus...which was more than one unlucky mom got from her kindergartner by the end of the week.
E=4, I=3, O=1
Life is hard when you can't turn off the emotional faucet.
Oh boy is this girl in for a teenage hormone roller coaster ride!
1 comment:
Hey rachel,
Love the first day pictures... reminds me of someone I know (my abby) Remember the baby blessing pics! Ha- oh the memories you are building!
Beth
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