7:00am wake up. HOORAY, we ALL slept in. Actually, Clara was up first, Greta got up about 20 minutes later.
So far, so good.
Greta is up, and immediately asks for breakfast -- more specifically, Fruit Loops. WHICH we happen to have now, but are not a staple in our cereal cupboard. I am more of a Cheerios kind of mom, sugar cereals are a gift from the heavens.
by 8:00 we are taking Clara to school and headed to do our grocery shopping. We are going to Walmart, because we also have to pick out a leotard and dance tights for the dance class Greta will be starting soon. How exciting.
1/2 through Walmart, Greta realizes she dropped the bear she brought in (the first battle of the day I gave in to. You might want to start keeping track.) and, although I was thoroughly tempted to chalk this one up to a lesson learned and ditch the bear, I happen to think this bear is extra cute and really didn't want to leave it, so we began to backtrack. Luckily we found it a short time later. And yes, I lectured.
After Walmart, which consisted of wanting to hold the coupons, dropping the coupons, wanting to get out of the cart, dropping the damn bear 4 more times, losing my list and oh, of course, whining, Greta then started to dig through my purse for gum. 'No, no gum right now. It's too early. I have a special treat that you and I will share soon...' and then I'm cut off with, more whining, and arguing that she doesn't want the special treat, she wants gum, blah blah blah. This went on for ten minutes. " you can have gum, or this treat but not both. You pick." yeah right. I hope you see where this is going...get your tally sheet out.
So, we're in the car headed home, it's 9:15 am and Greta is chewing gum (cue palpitation because it is 9:15 AM and my 4 year old is chewing GUM. This is wrong, all wrong. I am such a bad parent). Okay, I say, it's okay. It's sugarless. And I breathe in, and breathe out.
Now, I will admit here's another thing TOTALLY out of the ordinary for me, but remember, this is supposed to be a special day for Greta and I, but I am going to stick to my guns. She chose the gum, not the treat. Stay strong...and don't let her hear the package....So I stealthily try to put the Reece's Pieces package in a drawer...oh so quietly. Like my life depended on it. WHY does this package sound so loud? It's like brass band in my living room, it's like a herd of elephants square dancing in my kitchen, it's like....'mommy, what's that? I want some'....
I won't bore you with he conversation. But let's just say, I'm tired today, and I caved. Again. And so, at 10:30, my almost 4 year old ate Reece's Pieces. I think they're going to take my diploma away. However, I did use this moment as a time to have a heart to heart about listening and following directions, etc. etc. etc. to which Greta did listen and admitted that "yeah, remember yesterday when I didn't listen at all?" Why yes, Greta, I still have the nervous twitch from the mental breakdown you gave me.
And I ate more of the Reece's Pieces.
It is now 4:30. We had popcorn and yogurt for a snack. Clara is taking another nap, so Greta and I are going to paint our finger nails and toenails. She just asked for more Reece's Pieces, but is fine that they are gone. And gone they are. We spent a great time at the pool swimming together, had a nice lunch with daddy -- who is working late, boo hoo -- and now I will go answer the door because the UPS man is here to deliver another birthday present for Greta, and a special treat for us -- Omaha steaks. (NEVER turn down an Omaha Steak, quite possibly the best meat I've ever tasted!)
We're going to a local outdoor concert tonight together, and clearly not only will I have to work on feeding Greta a LOT more healthier than today, but will have to try and even the score a little more. Wish me luck.
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