Kinsley had such a great start to her day today. She was sweet, she was cuddly, she was her spry little self. Dagny and I picked her up from school and she was bouncy and giddy and playful and happy. We went out to Target and loaded our cart with snacks for our upcoming road trip as well as a couple of other small things for the apartment. She was giving Dagny kisses, helping her in and out of the cart, and making her laugh. When we got to the checkout I realized I didn't have my wallet with me. We loaded back into the car and drove home. Not long into the trip home, Dagny fell asleep. When we pulled up to the apartment, Kinsley asked if she could stay in the car so she could keep dancing to the song on the radio. I love that kid. Dagny stayed sleeping, so on the way back out to Target, we stopped for a hot chocolate where Kinsley talked the ear off of the barista at the window. We hung out in the car for a while so that Dagny could get a decent little nap in. When she woke up, we ran in, grabbed our cart that was waiting by customer service, paid for our stuff, and climbed back into the car. Next we headed to JoAnn's to grab some yarn that I needed for a project. And it was there that she flipped her switch. Suddenly, my sweet, happy, bubbly little chick turned into a whiny, stubborn, defiant little gal. She was grabbing things from Dagny, screaming because she wanted to carry a puppy stuffed animal and not the giraffe that she had originally picked off the shelf (to CARRY, not buy), and when I told her it was time to go she sat down on a bench and held on with a death grip to the base forcing me to pry her wriggly self off of it. She was sassy the whole way home ... and for the rest of the evening. She was splashing like a mad woman in the bath and running like a crazy woman through the apartment when we told her it was time to start settling in. She even told me that the nice little girl that we knew "ran far far away and is never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever .... ever coming back." Nice. At one point, I told Kevin I couldn't deal and I needed to step out before I lost my mind. I'm pretty sure those weren't the words I used, though, because Kinsley did ask "what does 'f*!@ing mind' mean?" oops.
Luckily, the attitude was just as quick to leave as it was to come. As she curled into bed, she put her arms around me and gave me a whole heap of kisses and said, "I love you, mommy. I'm sorry I'm a pill." As frustrated as I had been moments earlier, and as hot as my blood was getting, it only took those few seconds to all reverse. Let's hope that "the nice little girl we know" who "ran away and is never coming back" decides to come back and stick around for tomorrow. Because that kid is such a sweetheart.
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