Posted by She Said
Emily’s first day of preschool was awesome! She was self-confident and ready to go. Here’s proof:
Her second day? I got a call about 2 hours into her day to let me know that she “just wasn’t herself.” Translation: she was lying on a rug and wanted to be left alone. The culprit? A 102° fever for two days. OK, I need to get this straight. THREE months of me begging her to get off of the subway floors in China and her not complying didn’t get her sick, but ONE day in preschool does?
Her third and fourth days? All of her previous self-confidence was channeled into her spookishly strong little body to fight us taking her to school. She decided one day of school was enough for her. Thank you very much. Been there, done that.
Me: <holding up an outfit> Em, let’s get dressed for school.
Emily: <taking on a fighting stance> Oh, you go ahead and try. My Kung Fu is stronger than yours.
And to be honest, she was right. It took both Greg and me to get her dressed and keep her dressed. She is seriously freakishly strong.
As she screamed going out the door, Greg flashed me this look that said, “I can’t believe I am stuck with the job of dropping her off at school. YOU. OWE. ME.” And the bite marks on his shoulder were proof that him having that job was SO the right choice for me.
Last night as Greg was threatening divorce if I didn’t take her to school in the morning, I had a moment of absolute brilliance.
Me: Emily, if you go to school all three times this week without fighting us, I will take you to the dollar store and you can pick out ANYTHING you want.
Emily: <starting to cry> But I don’t WANT to go to school.
Me: Well, you are going. And you can fight us if you want, OR you can be good about it and get to go to the <dramatic pause> Dollar Store <said with some serious flare and excitement>.
This morning there was a gigantic welling of tears in her eyes, and she gave me extra hugs and kisses as Greg drove her off to school. The lesson learned? The mighty Dollar Store is stronger than her Kung Fu.