Today was the 4th day of school. The first day, she was good but cried at the last part of class because she thought I wasn't going to get her. The second day was a lot better. She cried a little when I left but was super happy when I picked her up. Some time in between dropping her off and picking her up, she got in trouble a few times. She climbed on the table and wouldn't help pick the toys up. I asked her why she didn't help and she told me she didn't have to pick them up because everyone else did it for her. Then there was the weekend.. A snotty nose weekend. A weekend of her telling me she didn't need to go to school anymore because she doesn't want to learn but also a weekend of her telling me how much fun it was. Then Monday came. Oh God Monday. She was just fine all the way to school but as soon as we walked in the classroom door, she hit the floor. Screaming and crying and finally puking on herself. It splattered on her shoes and all on the floor. I'm glad she refused breakfast. It was HORRILBE. I finally just had to leave her crying. I could hear her screaming while I was in the parking lot. "I DIDN'T TELL MOMMY BYE!!" over and over and over. I didn't go back in - I knew that would make it worse. When I later picked her up, she was smiling and happy and didn't get in trouble any. It blew my mind. So today I thought it was would better. It wasn't. We walked in the class and went straight to the trash can so she could puke again. and no, she's not sick. She can vomit on command and has done it since she was about a year old. She didn't cry as loud today and was barely crying when I left her. There was a sweet little girl that came up and asked her if she was alright. Kara didn't even answer her. She does have a friend though and that surprised me too. I mean, would you be friends with someone that made you pick up their mess? Oh wait! That's called marriage. That's all. Here's to hoping I pick up a happy kid today.
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