And it’s not me, for once. :)
I was about to send some female sanitary protection to church with Ashley on Sunday.
It was that bad.
I could have sworn that menses was about to begin, at any second, for her.
There was a fit about her new haircut..
“I wish I would have NEVER got cut my hair!! IT IS UGLY!!”
(It was made right after I styled it.)
But then, it was her dress..
“This dress does NOT look cute on MY body!”
(I swear, I never have meltdowns like this.. out loud at least.)
That was remedied with a cute new flower clipped in her hair.
But the hormones raged on.
(And continue to rage on.)
See how quickly the tides change?
And this was after I made a deal with her, that she could eat oreos and milk for breakfast if she would HAPPILY pose for some pictures..
There is a fit thrown over just about everything.
And they are usually irrational.
Oh, I try to help her reason through it, but you see, there is NO reasoning with her.
Won’t it be super fun when all three of my girls have synchronized cycles?
(That “super fun” was said with much sarcasm.)
I can only hope that level-headedness prevails when that blessed day arrives.