Little Miss has had the stomach flu twice in the past month. She has been complaining of a tummy ache for much of the time in between, and that’s one of those things I never know is real or contrived.
This morning, I found her laying in bed with the light on, reading. She usually gets up to harass her brother, so this was different. She immediately started complaining of a tummy ache. After I fed her breakfast (yogurt, toast, and ginger tea — the tummy ache solution in my house), she curled up in front of the fire place under a blanket. Her eyes were dull, and she didn’t smile or interact with her brother. I really thought she was sick.
Even though I had been up since 6 rocking my spin bike (rocking is a very relative term for this gimpy momma), I hauled out my computer and decided I’d be working from home with her.
Although I was a bit suspicious. I put out a few pieces of bait to see if she’d bite.
“You know, if you stay home today, you’re not going to be allowed to watch any movies.”
She didn’t bite at that. Just said OK.
“And if you start running around the house, I’m going to take you straight to school.”
She said OK.
I set up shop on my laptop beside her in front of the fire, and about 20 minutes later, I thought I might know what was behind all of this tummy aching.
“Is this about the girl at school who has been bossing you around?”
“If I talk to your teachers about it, will you go to school?”
Bingo. If only that didn’t make me an hour late to work! Turns out there is this kindergartner that has been trying to play “Queen and Servant” with Little Miss, and every time, she makes Little Miss the servant, bossing her around. And my daughter, who isn’t horribly compliant at home, succumbs to this girls’ every wish.
So, I packed her up and took her to school, coaching her the entire drive there on how she should just tell this girl she doesn’t want to play with her.
“Who is the boss of you, Little Miss?”
“I am,” she muttered very unconvincingly.
I need to get this girl into drama. She has a natural talent for it.