What a day.....

It's not even 11 am, and already I wish I could go back to bed. *shaking head* The last couple of days I'd planned on DD and I getting up this morning and making Monkey Bread for breakfast. All these questions of wanting to participate in an after school program, and wanting to learn how to cook, I figured I could teach her how to make something relatively quick & easy like Monkey Bread to get her started. And she seemed to be going along with it.

Then this morning comes. She woke up at 8:15 this morning and supposedly couldn't get back to sleep. By the time my alarm went off at 9:15 she was already pissy. Brat should've stayed in bed. She's been roaring & raging & shrieking & screaming at me & DH since we got out of bed. First of all was how nasty MonkeyBread sounds and that she refused to make it with me. Fine. I'll make it myself, but I wouldn't share it with her. And it's been a non-stop, ever-increasing avalange of hatred & madness erupting from her mouth since that point. And now she's in her room alternately screaming about how badly she hates & life, and screaming at us about how absolutely horrible & mean & uncaring we are. *shaking head* Does anybody want to adopt a 10 year old??? She doesn't expect piles of gifts at christmas. She can do her own laundry, and help with dishes. She knows how to vacuume. She's got good teeth. She even got mostly A's & B's on her mid-quarter, with the lowest grade being a C in math. She's an incredible goalie. And when she's good she's very good. The drawback is this damned temper.

At this point, evidently I'm NOT going to that damned birthday party this afternoon. Instead I'll be staying here at home, listening to DD's freakish temper from behind her closed bedroom door. *sigh* And DH has plans to help the FIL with work around the FIL's house this afternoon, so he won't stay home with DD while I go to the party. *shaking head*

Really, really hating this.