K- had a very busy weekend. That very busy weekend involved my nephew coming on Friday to play for a few hours, getting her Bat project complete for Wednesday (so that she can present it a few times to us before the actual due date), an all day pool party at my sister's house on Saturday, a slumber party, a Sunday swimming AM- noon, my pick-up, my mandated nap for her, soccer in 90 degree heat, a birthday party for Grandma, over-indulgence resulting in a stomach ache, the whining, the crying, the total helplessness because of having turned into a heap, the Bat project presentation (Hubs and I acted like incorrigible children), a night of slumber then the wrestling her out of bed this morning.
"I don't feel good."
"I don't want to go to school today."
"Well, I'll get up, but if I have trouble walking, I just can't go."
"Sometimes my legs are wobbly."
"My belly hurts."
[and on and on]
Finally, having snuggled, rubbed, kidded, tickled and playfully pinched, I pulled out the big gun-- the spray bottle.
13 days left. Wow.