My Tummy Hurts

I love a day when my kindergartener gets up and dresses herself without being prodded along. She was awake and dressed before I woke this morning. I didn't say a word about what she was wearing to avoid "this" fight. Her outfit was a little comical but not completely hideous. In her eyes, a pink leopard print sweat suit with a zipper front jacket pairs nicely with the mostly white, pink, and green flower print shirt. To maximize the look, red and purple Valentines socks are worn with her brown sneakers.

Todays battle was getting her to brush her hair. When I asked her if she had brushed her hair she began wailing and screamed "I'm hungry." I never can tell when she is actually hungry or just avoiding something. I believe today it was avoidance because yesterday, she wouldn't eat at all. Maybe I should figure out how to invent a kindergartenerometer that could decipher all the mayhem.

Every time she was asked to do something this morning, her tummy automatically started hurting. Especially when Daddy came downstairs and she was left upstairs by herself. To be by herself is the worst thing for her. That is the one punishment she hates more than all. If a separation is even mentioned, she starts wailing. Throw in the complaints about a sore throat and you've seen my morning so far.

She is off to school and I begin my day at home. Making beds, folding laundry, and a little vacuuming are a start. I have started a light workout regimen, so I start on that. I think I'll wait until my toddler is sleeping for workouts. I could barely get through my pushups for laughing. As I am pushing up on my pushup handles and the whole time, she is twisting the one for my right hand. I was trying my best to concentrate, but I kept busting out laughing at the "look what I'm doing" grin that was on her face. I'm not sure if the pushups actually helped today.

Done with pushups and guess what? It's banana slicing time. While the banana is being consumed I start working on this blog.

Quiet. The girls are sleeping. Will I make it to my bed time without having to go to my toddler's room?

Today was early release from school. After a little yelling and screaming from the girls, we packed up and went to Daddy's office to surprise Aunt Debbie with a birthday present. We had some yummy angel food cake with strawberries.

Back home. Start dinner. Test a new recipe. Cook down some strawberries for pancakes this weekend. Nothing I cooked went together tonight. Pulled pork Bar-B-Q sandwich, cornbread patties with actual corn, and strawberries. That's what happens when you do five things and once. Sometimes inspiration hits and you just have to go with it. Just like baking a cake because "I feel like it."

After dinner, Daddy had to go to a meeting at the church. This leaves me at home for bath time alone. Not fun. My kindergartener just refuses "routine". Will she ever get use to it or will she be this way forever?

Daddy is home from his meeting. I love when walks in the door.