Nothing, absolutely nothing, could be wrong with something as precious as this sleeping beauty on a Sunday afternoon...
or so I thought until...
it was 11:00 pm later that night and the girl, having come up with at least a million and one reasons to come out of her room, still hadn't fallen asleep for the night...
and she woke up crabby, crabby, crabby the next day...
and she whined all the way to daycare...
and threw some major (MAJOR...like whipping her back pack on the ground, stomping, and then refusing to move) three-year-old princess attitude in the driveway when we arrived there...
and she, replacing the word "please" with a perfected screw-you expression, had a string of disobedience later that evening...
and she woke up whining AGAIN this morning.
Two whole days later and we're all still paying for that nap...
hardly anything precious about that.
Sigh.
2 comments:
The joy of raising girls! I feel your pain honey....oh, I feel your pain....
There is no joy in raising girls. Drama, drama, drama. And lots of slamming doors. Enjoy the naps!
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