My daughter is trying to kill me

It's true. She's trying to kill me. This morning she cried...and cried...and cried some more. She's gone beyond testing my patients, she's crossed the line into trying to send me into mental institution. Ok, obviously I too have a flair for the drama. But this kid, seriously...Academy Award winner. Why all the drama? Well, because she put on a t-shirt, and I (I thought kindly) reminded her that it's field day and she'd wanted to wear a tank top. Cue waterworks. All freaking morning. I almost kept her home from field day as a punishment, then I realized I'd be punishing myself.

After I dropped her and David off at school, I felt really bad for yelling at her. So I went home and got her bathing suit (she'd forgotten it in all the drama) and put a nice little note in a bag for her, just saying I loved her, things are never as bad as they seem, etc. I go to the school and track her down at one of the field day activities. She SEEMS like she's having fun...she sees me and smiles, comes over and hugs me. I say, I brought your bathing suit and just wanted to let you know I love you and hope you have a great day. Can you guess what happened next? Yep. Tears. Right there with about 100 parents looking on and in the midst of about 500 kids. Sigh. This is normal right? I'll have to ask my mom if I was this much of a drama queen...