Today was library day so she needed to get her library book to turn in. But she didn't know where it was. So she sat down and gave up. Which set me off. Don't stop. Keep trying. Look. Find it. We tore about the house. I tore apart her room. Let me define "tore apart" (and keep in mind this picture was taken after I put the books away)
We didn't find the book. So I reminded her to ask the teacher what book she has checked out -- because she couldn't even remember that. This all made me think that she has too much stuff. She has stuff she doesn't even remember having. I am not a pack rat. In comparison here is my bedroom.
See. No mess. No extra stuff. And this is when I should probably mention that half my stuff is in storage still hoping to move.
So I told Ladybug that we were going to clean out her stuff. If she has so much stuff that she can't find what she needs then she has too much stuff. And that is when the meltdown began. Tears and drama. She needs to keep everything or she won't have her memories. What?? She loves all her stuff. And I think she meant "love" like she means it towards people.
By this time we were running late so I dropped her off at school. And SHOCKING...she had a bad day. So bad that the teacher emailed me. Love that. She...
wouldn't follow directions
didn't listen to the teacher
refused to do the work
scratched a kid with a fork
yelled at the student teacher that she hates her
yelled that she hates school and is never returning
and threatened to punch a kid
lost her homework
And did I mention she has caught another head cold. And tomorrow she has her physical. Please don't let there be any shots this year.
Mean Mama
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