Meltdown Mandy strikes again!
The drama that is generated by one tiny 7 year old girl is truly a feat of nature. If the energy that is generated by the screaming, feat stomping and hysterical crying could only be harnessed, our energy crisis would be history. Hmmm... maybe I can figure out a way to strap her to the roof and power our entire house instead of putting up expensive solar panels.
I get that it's early, I get that school can be a drag, I get that guitar lessons this afternoon cause anxiety (despite the fact that she begged for those lessons for a year). Still.... just brush your darn teeth!!!!!!
What Mandy doesn't like to do:
1. Brush teeth.
2. Get dressed.
3. Clean room.
4. Pack lunch.
5. Make her own breakfast.
5. Go to school.
6. Do homework.
7. Practice the guitar.
If anybody can figure out what my 7 year old precious love of a daughter DOES like to do... please let me know!
Showing posts with label mornings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mornings. Show all posts
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A Laugh a Day
My mornings getting three girls ready for school are always crazy. The clothes, the hair, the breakfasts and lunches... it usually leads to a lot of yelling, fighting, and crying. In short... I hate mornings. By the time we actually get into the car I am so looking forward to getting them out of the car and having a few hours to myself.
This morning it wasn't much different, but when we got in the car the tide turned. My 5 year old had gotten a cheap little plastic toy from McDonalds the other day. It was an iCarly Spencer's Magic Meatball. For those of you who don't know what this is (I didn't either) it is something along the lines of a Magic 8 Ball. You ask it a question and it gives you an answer.
The kids started asking questions...
Temera asked if she was going to her friend's house after school (she is).
Answer: Magic Meatball says YES
Amanda asked if she was going to have the best day ever at school.
Answer: Magic Meatball says NO
Okay... this would be funny enough but Amanda kept asking the same question over and over again. Was she going to have the best day ever at school. The answer kept coming up: Magic Meatball says NO.
We laughed every time it said that. And laughed. And laughed.
By the time we got to school we were all laughing so hard. It was wonderful.
I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard with my daughters. Amazing how a plastic Magic Meatball can turn a miserable morning into a joyous one.
This morning it wasn't much different, but when we got in the car the tide turned. My 5 year old had gotten a cheap little plastic toy from McDonalds the other day. It was an iCarly Spencer's Magic Meatball. For those of you who don't know what this is (I didn't either) it is something along the lines of a Magic 8 Ball. You ask it a question and it gives you an answer.
The kids started asking questions...
Temera asked if she was going to her friend's house after school (she is).
Answer: Magic Meatball says YES
Amanda asked if she was going to have the best day ever at school.
Answer: Magic Meatball says NO
Okay... this would be funny enough but Amanda kept asking the same question over and over again. Was she going to have the best day ever at school. The answer kept coming up: Magic Meatball says NO.
We laughed every time it said that. And laughed. And laughed.
By the time we got to school we were all laughing so hard. It was wonderful.
I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard with my daughters. Amazing how a plastic Magic Meatball can turn a miserable morning into a joyous one.
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