to start school. On the cruise, I thought she can start school in June. She'd get to wear the uniforms I bought on Black Friday. She'd get to be part of Jory's graduation. It'll be great.
Sunday evening, I told everyone, because I was so tired, if they took a bath early I would let them watch a movie. They all did and they put in a He-Man dvd. I was going to lay in Oma's room with them while they watched it, but I saw Oma going in there so I went to my room and laid down.
Cut to this morning - The kids, particularly the baby were utter nightmares. I think Oma fell asleep and the kids were still up. The baby was crappy and crying and crying and whining and crying about everything and nothing.
They were testing my patience. I finally gave up and brushed the baby's teeth, dressed her through the tears, and the whining. I placed her on her own two feet to see how she looked in her uniform. The shirt was too big so the top quarter of her undershirt was showing and the pants were dragging the floor. With her crying, my growing frustration, and no clue as to wear safety pins might be, I made the decision that Layla could start school when she didn't have to wear a uniform.
So I took off the uniform and she cried some more, "Mommy, I wanna go school with Jory and Roro!" Oh good, whining and crying about going to school. "You said I could go when I'm bigger." Crap, I did say that. "You need to be big enough to fit your uniform."
One day, this little girl will start school. One day.
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