It started when I had to wake her up. That is never pretty.
Then she realized she had wet the bed and was very upset. I kept telling her it was ok, just an accident, but she was devastated.
Then I told her we didn't have time for peach oatmeal. We were running late. It was going to be a granola bar and a banana.
Then I realized we had time for peach oatmeal.
Then she burned her mouth on the first bite.
Then she spilled some on her shirt (and she HATES to be dirty).
Then she wouldn't wear her warm coat.
Then she wanted to wear sandals.
Then she lost her "most specialist quarter" in the car.
Then I dropped her off at preschool with a big kiss and hug...
and ran away as fast as I could.
Hopefully, when I pick her up, she will be her usual happy self.