We had dress rehearsal for the big dance recital on Saturday. Oh goodness. I can't handle 4 years old. There's so much emotion wrapped up in it. She was already exhausted when I made her quit watching a show b/c she didn't end up going to bed until after 11pm the night before.
She doesn't handle shutting the television off well even when dance isn't involved so yesterday was an epic meltdown. Epic. It started with screaming NOOOO at me from the basement at the top of her lungs. I remained calm for this and finished doing some stuff around the kitchen. Then she proceeded to stomp up the stairs after I possibility threatened her. She screamed some more. I picked her up. She slapped my face. Game. Over. I threw her over my shoulder and took her upstairs where I basically threatened her life.
I got out her oh so lovely ballet dress and attempted to shove her into it. She thrashed around on the bed like a fish out of water and screamed and cried some more. It was fun. She told me she never wanted to do ballet again. I told her it was fine b/c I didn't want to take her to ballet again. After I got her clothes off and started to put on her tights she lost it all over again. The tights were brown. Brown as in nude. Brown as in the worst color on earth. Brown didn't go with her beautiful pink dress (that isn't pink rather it's coral but I left that argument alone). She was afraid her teacher, Miss Valerie, wouldn't think she looked pretty in brown tights. I got the tights on her. I got her dress on her and shoved her in the car.
Before shoving her in the car I took a picture with her and all of a sudden she stopped crying. She started crying all over again once she got in the car. She cried the entire five minute drive to the school.
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