The rabbit has been testing me fairly regularly for the past 2 weeks. Like today:
I get to school after spending 3 hours non-stop on the phone with deadlines. I'm fairly wiped. but I'm so excited to get her. Today is ballet so we usually have a snack and then walk over to class, but today I'm thinking I'll treat her to a cafe' stop -- a muffin or something special after class.
I walk in and I get big hugs and then it starts. She won't throw away her lunch even though I asked three times. Even her teachers asking doesn't help. She won't put on her sweater, won't put on her coat. Won't even listen to me. At all. So, since I have reached a point where this has been going on near three weeks, I tell her that I am walking out and will be back in 5 minutes and well see if she's ready then because I don't want to play this game anymore.
I walk out, and she comes wailing behind. I can tell from the glances of the (s)mothers in the class and the teachers that I have committed some mama sin. But the rabbit, now crying, gets her coats on, and we walk down stairs, while she cries. At the front door of the building, we're turned away. Why? The glass door has mysteriously, and literally, shattered.
So I go through a side entrance, put her down in bed when we get home and ditch the cafe' treat. The ice cream is calling me from the freezer.......
I get to school after spending 3 hours non-stop on the phone with deadlines. I'm fairly wiped. but I'm so excited to get her. Today is ballet so we usually have a snack and then walk over to class, but today I'm thinking I'll treat her to a cafe' stop -- a muffin or something special after class.
I walk in and I get big hugs and then it starts. She won't throw away her lunch even though I asked three times. Even her teachers asking doesn't help. She won't put on her sweater, won't put on her coat. Won't even listen to me. At all. So, since I have reached a point where this has been going on near three weeks, I tell her that I am walking out and will be back in 5 minutes and well see if she's ready then because I don't want to play this game anymore.
I walk out, and she comes wailing behind. I can tell from the glances of the (s)mothers in the class and the teachers that I have committed some mama sin. But the rabbit, now crying, gets her coats on, and we walk down stairs, while she cries. At the front door of the building, we're turned away. Why? The glass door has mysteriously, and literally, shattered.
So I go through a side entrance, put her down in bed when we get home and ditch the cafe' treat. The ice cream is calling me from the freezer.......
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Never fun to be tested though...