Disgruntled Birthday Girl

Today was not the great birthday that I had HOPED Zoey would have.

Honestly? I think if I had just left her at home alone all day playing with her shopping cart, she would have been fine. And then I could have still run all my errands and actually accomplished something, and she would have been perfectly happy. But oohhhhh nooooo, Mommy had to take her to preschool and THAT set the wheels of hell in motion for the rest of the day.

Setting: Our livingroom. 8:15 a.m.

Me: Zoey! Let's get our shoes and coat on. It's time for school!

Zoey: No! Shopping!

Me: I know. You love your cart. Mommy is glad for that. Come put your shoes on and I'll let you carry your apple to school.

Zoey: No! No 'cool!

Me: Zoey, you get to go to school and see teacher 'Nina, and bring muffins for your birthday! It will be so much fun!

Zoey: No! No! No!

Our conversation continued on in this manner throughout the struggle to get in her coat, in the car, and all along the drive to school. What started as her refusing to go see teacher 'Nina ended in her desperate pleas to "go home, Mommy...go home!". Needless to say, I had to peel her off me and hand her over to Teacher Melina, but I truly thought she'd be fine once she settled down.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG.

I DID manage to get my work-out in (the first in two weeks) but the minute I got home the phone rang--it was Teacher Melina, telling me that Zoey hadn't stopped crying since I had left (this was one hour later) and she was also screaming that she has an owie, although Melina couldn't quite discern where that owie might be.

I told her I'd be right there.

So, here is the list of things I had hoped to accomplish today while Zoey was at preschool:

1. Gym
2. Return bed rail to Baby Depot
3. Long, luxurious shower while I had the house ALL to myself
4. Go to Costco, pick up pictures
5. Drop off recycling

Guess how many of those items I actually accomplished? Yes. One. I will not even go in to the list of things I had hoped to do with Zoey after picking her up from preschool, as it will just make you laugh.

I don't know if Zoey isn't feeling well, or if the trauma of the preschool drop-off today was just too much for her to recover from, but the entire rest of the day was RUINED. She didn't want to do anything she normally loves--didn't want to play, read books, snuggle, etc.

So, I am hoping that Zoey's pediatrician will be able to rule out any serious owies at her two-year-old check up tomorrow. I am also hoping that she wakes up in a significantly better mood in the morning. We'll see.