Anyhow...this morning wasn't a good morning for us. She was dishing out the attitude from the moment she first spoke. It all came to a -head- when we had an argument over "why she hates headbands" vs. "please stop going to school with hair that makes you look homeless."
She won't keep the hair bows or the barretts in at school. She hates to have braids and ponytails unless she's "in the mood" for them, which is next-to-never. So she has this tangled, messy, long hair. Grrr.... All I ask is that SOMETIMES she actually put a headband in when the hair isn't looking it's greatest! It's one of those "small things" that I let "get to me" sometimes.
Anyhow...the point is...that she didn't start off the day in the best mood. We were arguing all the way to the freaking car and partly on the drive to school. Finally...we both just fell silent and began letting the radio make the noise.
(Here's a picture of us...and the mood we woke up in....)
It's snowing still, but lightly. Roads are wet and the windshield wipers are trying to ward off the 'gunk' that the high speeds of the freeway spews onto our windshield. It's cold. But we're almost there.
I am silently chastising myself for not handling our argument better, while wondering if all eight-year-old girls are this fiesty and independent. I hate starting off mornings badly. I just want her to start her day off happy. I just want to start my day off happy!
Right in the middle of my mental turmoil though, I hear her mutter something outloud, that was so funny, it just made me re-vamp my attitude for the whole day. She was staring out the window at the cold, the snow, and the muck and just muttered...
"Damn Groundhog."
I love that kid.
