I woke up this morning extremely chipper. Quite surprising since I had only had roughly 6 hours of sleep and I usually need about 8 hours. I didn't complain, I just went with it. I had actually laid LaLa's uniform out the night before so I just told her to get dressed and I hopped in the shower. Once emerging I hears shrill cries. Thought to myself "For goodness sake what now?" Started to dry off and yelled from the bathroom to find out why she was melting down.
"I don't have panties out here!!!"
Umm ok. Well she knows where her panties are. They are right where they have always been since she has been potty trained. Top drawer.
"LaLa, top drawer. Go get some." I continued drying off.
She laughs and then skips down the hall to get some underpants. Holy hormones, Batman! My 5 year old already has PMS.
Fast forward 15 minutes. KiKi is dressed but doesn't have her socks and shoes on. I toss her a pair of socks and let her get to work putting them on. She gets them on and I toss her shoes to her. Not two seconds later she is crying and slamming her shoes on the ground. She can't get them on.
My mind flashes forward 12 years to when she is 14 years old. Sitting at the kitchen table doing homework and having a meltdown because question number 7 is too hard. Slamming down a notebook and crying and telling me how unfair her math teacher is because he doesn't explain the work well enough.
I am in for a world of hurt people. Pray for me!
Don't let this scene of calm fool you!