Thank you, Baby Jesus.
Don't get me wrong. I love her more than the day is long.
But. . .
Oh. . . My. . . God. . .
She has drove everyone nuts.
Seriously.
I understand that she gets bored.
I understand that it sucks to be sick.
I understand that you can only watch SpongeBob so many times before you think you'll go crazy.
We pretty much kicked her out the door this morning.
Didn't care how she felt.
It's time to go back to school!!!
Mama needs her quiet time.
Then, walking down the driveway? I look at her and she is all teary eyed.
"Why are you crying??"
"I don't know."
"Why are you crying??"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
"Seriously, babe? What is wrong?"
"I'm afraid that Mr. C. is going to make me do all my make-up work in one day."
"Oh sweetie. Don't worry about that. Ask Mr. C. if you can bring some of it home, OK?"
She is snifflely as she wipes her face with the sleeve of her hoodie. "OK."
I wrap her up in a hug. Plant a kiss on top of her head. Wipe the remaining tears from her face. And send her on her way to face the day.
Sigh.
Maybe she shouldn't have went back today.
Only time will tell.
