Mornings are hard in the Harris house.
As you all know, I let Rory choose all her own clothes. 99% of the time it works out beautifully. I don’t care about the other 1%- she can just look crazy for a day.
One thing I’ve always been adamant about is that the girls wear tennis shoes to school. I think it is important because they can run and play better and I don’t have to worry about their feet hurting.
The problem is that Rory has now determined that she cannot walk in tennis shoes. Only cowgirl boots.
SHE SIMPLY CANNOT WALK WITH TENNIS SHOES, PEOPLE.
So every morning I wake up and this is how the next hour goes:
Rory (waking me up): MOOOOOOOOM WHERE IS MY PINK TUTU/PURPLE DRESS/WHATEVER SHE WANTS TO WEAR ???????????
Me (yawning): Hang on baby, I will be there in a second. Let me just wake up.
Rory: I NEEEEED IT NOWWWWWWW. *sob wail sob sob ALL THE SOBS*
It never fails. That is how I wake up every single morning. Lovely, yes?
Heaven forbid that whatever she had decided to wear before looking at her closet or drawers is dirty and in the washing machine.
You will never hear the end of the sobs.
This morning was a battle. She woke up too early and got dressed and did her hair. I told her to put her tennis shoes on and THE WORLD ENDED.
It was rough.
So I did what any good, honest parent does…
I created the Kindergarten Fairy.
Yeah. You read that right.
In my little sleep, not quite woken up haze this morning I turned to Rory and said to her:
“Rory. You talk about kindergarten every single day. I know you absolutely cannot wait to go to Kindergarten. But let me tell you a little secret. There is a Kindergarten Fairy and she watches you to see if you are ready for kindergarten. If you pitch fits over things as silly as tennis shoes and if you don’t obey your mom and if you don’t treat everyone with kindness, she will know that you aren’t ready for kindergarten. Wouldn’t that be awful if she told the school you weren’t ready?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Her eyes were huge. She absorbed every word. She shut her mouth and wiped her tears.
I don’t know what came over me. Every single time she pitches these fits I calmly say to her, “Rory, you can cry all you want and be miserable. That is your choice. You get to choose if today will be a good or bad day. But I am your mother and what I say is final.”
I guess today I was tired and not prayed up. Therefore I lied to her and told her there was a Kindergarten Fairy.
And it worked.
So, my apologies from the Kindergarten Fairy. I hope this is not a thing that trends and then suddenly becomes a THING where people outdo me with their fun ideas.
If you are one of THOSE MOMS who overdo it and are incredibly fun and creative, PRETEND YOU NEVER READ THIS. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT do the Kindergarten Fairy in your home if you are going to make fun surprises from her or make pixie dust or give toys to the kids.
THIS IS STRICTLY A TOOL TO MANIPULATE YOUR CHILD TO ACT THE RIGHT WAY.
If you make it into something magical, I will personally track you down and slash your tires.
Are we clear?!
In other news, Rory did her own hair today and I couldn’t be more impressed. How does she just know how to do these things?
She may drive me to another level of crazy that I had to create a mythical creature (sounds better than a lie), but she’s still my most favorite almost-5-year-old fashionista.