I *thought* she was Miss Kitty, my daughter. My daughter I adore. You know, the grouchy one I get ready each morning for school, not knowing if I will get tears, dirty looks, non speaking mornings, it's ALWAYS an adventure.
So yesterday morning DAD stayed home because Mal was getting her wisdom teeth out and he was taking her so he didn't have to leave till after Miss Kitty got the bus here.
And do you think there was any grump in sight? No, not this girl, she SKIPPED down the hall to the bathroom. She SANG in her room. She got dressed without a tear. She SMILED when I told her to brush her teeth.
I have no idea what happened to this child, except that the girl I know, that grumpy one? She returned for sure this morning, when DAD was no where in sight. Tears, drama, shoe issues, fussing over packing lunch- it was ALL there.
I *think* she's messin' with me. Big time. I don't know what her teen years could bring. OIY. Good thing we love her tons:)
I'm rewarding myself for getting her to the bus without raising my voice
Thus is why mother is fluffy. It's all their fault. No stress, mother wouldn't NEED cinnamon rolls.