Nothing says Happy Mother's Day like a 5 year old in a pissy fit.
Here we were, going along all smoothly and sweetly for mother's day. Zoe made a card in school last week, and she told me not to look in her folder. Then she told me that she was going to hide something for me behind the bedroom door (it was supposed to go under my pillow - but for fear of smooshing it I told her to pick another place.)
I got my card (kind of weirded out because it was this little poem that ended in Jesus Loves You - Zoe goes to a secular preschool at her daycare), and it was all hugs and smooshes all morning. We watched tv together and then got all gussied up for no reason.
We went to Chuys for breakfast/lunch and had a good time. She was beeing super sweet. Then we hit the CVS pharmacy so we could buy lipstick and other fun girly stuff. Zoe bought some Bonnie Bell and some baby diaper pack with a fake baby bottle for her doll, "Big Baby."
We then went to get a pedicure and off for some sushi.
And then I came home and slept the sleep of death (aka the Vicodan induced sleep). I don't remember passing out, but woke up 2 hours later.
Zoe came in and we read some books, then I asked her to pick up her baby and the diapers she left all over the playroom.
Then.
And THEN
She threw a hissy fit worthy of any teenager alive. I told her that if she didn't pick up her stuff that I'd have to turn off her television. She was pouting all over the place, dramatic as hell, then she screamed "I hate you!" a few times.
I know it wasn't the first time and it won't be the last, but gosh, that really sucks.
She later retracted it after brushing her teeth. Snugged up with me and went to sleep.
Happy Mother's day. Or was it happy motherfucker's day? I don't know. I couldn't tell the difference.
Posted by debutaunt at May 9, 2005 12:25 PM