Morning Dramas

Beth has been pretty good the past few days, except for her usual can't-get-up-for-school nonsense.

She managed to practise the keyboard last night without my help. I was hovering in the bedroom, unsure of whether I should go out and see if she was practising correctly, yet half afraid to hear a shout for help from the lounge.

As someone said, when she is good, she is very very good. When she is bad, she is HORRID.

This morning, it was the little one's turn to act up.

"I want two ponytails!" ("We have no time for this!")

"I want to wear a dress to school!" ("No one wears a dress to daycare. You'll get it all dirty when you play outside. You're supposed to wear play clothes.")

No amount of reasoning works when you have an irate preschooler on your hands. You just have to deafen yourself to the screaming and the tears and find a way through the middle.

"Stop crying!" I yelled.

"I can't stop crying," she sobbed.

In the end, we compromised. She got her two ponytails and she gets to wear her dress tomorrow when she's home with Mummy. And we all got to school on time.

Oh the greys they give me...