Saving the Drama for Mama

On Fridays, The Belle doesn't go to daycare.  However, since last week was our transition week at Dagis this is our first official Friday off from school.  I must say, I was a little nervous this morning when I got up......mornings are not The Belle's most stellar time of day.  But she proved me wrong.  Miss "I-Don't-Eat-Breakfast" actually ate 2 bowls of polenta (the closest thing I can get to grits.....you can't take the South out of the girl...hehe) with no bribing or cajoling on my part.  That almost never happens.  I was even more confident with our day when I suggested we make Easter cookies and she enthusiastically agreed.  So we made the dough together and I put it in the fridge to let it chill before we rolled it out and cut the shapes.  Cut to an hour later.....

Me:  "Belle, come in here and let's make cookies!"

The Belle (walks in to kitchen...I have already gotten all the stuff out to cut out cookies and am pretty excited):  "NOOOOOOOooooooo!  *sob, sob. sob*"

Me:  "Wh-wh-what's the matter?"

The Belle (sobbing):  "I don't (insert gobbledygook.....some mix of English, Swedish, and Japanese)........"

Me:  "Come on!  It's going to be fun!  Mama has turned on the oven and we can roll out the cookies and cut the shapes.  Get your apron on and come here."

The Belle:  "NOOOooooooooo!  NOOOOOooooooo!!  *sob, sob, sob*

And so on and so forth.  For almost 10 minutes I tried to get her to tell me what the problem was, with no success.  I finally got sick and tired of the drama and sent her to her room because I couldn't handle the sobbing.  The sobbing with no known reason.  So finally she dries it up and comes in.

The Belle:  "I want a flower cookie"

Me:  "That's fine.  You can have one after I bake them.  baby girl and I are making the cookies now since you wouldn't tell me what was wrong."

Insert new, louder, more intense sobs here.

Me:  "Ok, Belle.  I don't think you feel good.  Let's take a nap instead."

Insert major temper tantrum here.

So I picked her up and deposited her on her bed, where she promptly smacked at me, which is a clear indication that #1 - she is exhausted, and #2 - she doesn't feel well.  Let me say here that I am again immensely grateful for the Swedish law which prohibits me to spank my own child.  When she hits and/or smacks me it sends me into orbit.  But since I do not want to go to jail, I follow the laws of the country and walk away.  Sometimes in a rage, but I always walk away.  And always saying the serenity prayer.  Or sometimes just "Serenity NOW!".  But I digress.....

So she is currently napping (um, Mama was right) and I am schooling on how I am going to salvage the rest of our day.  Oh, and did I mention that The International has the car today and that it is raining outside too?  This is going to be a challenge......