I often wonder how a 65 lb 10 year old can kick my a*s to the curb in the matter of an hour.
Let me preface this with our afternoon. K went to a friend's house after school, B had chorus. I picked B up at 3:30, K at 4. We ran into Job Lot (discount "crap" store), went to wish my brother in law Happy Birthday and wound up talking with nephew,S for 1/2 hour. We got home, I had dinner on the table by 6 (this hasn't happened in awhile thanks to the time change), the girls and I(DH out fishing) ate and laughed.... Where/when did it go downhill?
At some point the good mood started to crumble. K got in the shower, B was on my bed watching tv. Both girls were whining about how they needed a back massage so I obliged. Maybe that was my mistake. Maybe I should have whined to them and made them give me one! One's wasn't as long as the other, one started whining to the other, one started yelling at the other, one started singing to annoy the other..... You get the picture. They were both in respective rooms at 7:45 with no finishing program they were watching. K could not handle that and slammed the door in my face. B just got into bed and read. K pushed her luck and tried to watch more tv, but I said, "Do that and no going to BFF's birthday party on Saturday". Something must have registered because she claimed she didn't care about BFF's party, but did everything except turn on the tv . She cried for quite some time and claimed she didn't like me, I was the meanest mom, wasn't tired.. the works. I told her I loved her, put B to bed and came downstairs to a big bowl of popcorn and glass of wine. Or was it a big glass of wine and a few kernels of popcorn? Either way... She came downstairs (9:15). Said what was really bothering her was that she didn't want to go to school tomorrow because of a writing project. Yesterday the teacher said her opening was great, today she said it needed some work and she was writing like a 4th grader. (she's a 5th grader). This is the kid that has struggled with school since the get go. Until this year, she has been pulled out for extra reading help. She blurted out this afternoon that she got a 100 on her oral report that she gave yesterday and she was so proud of herself! (As was I!) So, she is not the best writer. Please don't insult her by saying she is writing like a 4th grader. Oh the horrors, I know, a 4th grader.
I do love her teacher and she does many a creative project with the class. K loves her too (for the most part). I might have to tell her that the next time she compares something K has done to a 4th grader, she may have to take her home for the night because I only have so much wine and can only handle so many a*s kickings.