Everything seemed to be going well this morning- she got up, had her breakfast, but when I got her pants she insisted they weren't hers that they were her sisters. (Big Girl only wore them last week - I had to get them out of the ironing basket and iron them this morning)
Then followed -
Suggestions to wear something else
Hiding under the doona (Big Girl, not me)
"I don't want to go to camp"
"You are going to camp, and I don't think you want to go in your pyjamas"
Several pleas to God from me
"My tummy hurts"
"You know your tummy hurts when you get scared, I know it's new and scary but you will have fun"
With minutes to spare she put on her clothes and we drove to school. I breathed a sigh of relief. I'd had visions of having to pick her up and carry her in her pyjamas into school. With a bit of a push she went to her friends. The last I saw was her walking off holding hands with her friend with a huge smile on her face - too bad my stomach was tied in knots.
I felt like I'd been through the wringer but I still had The Boy to take to kinder before I headed to the gym. At the car The Boy refused to hop back in - "I don't want to go to kinder" - but that's a whole other story - at least he's still light enough to carry into kinder without breaking my back.