Why are some people mean mommy?

The little girl was mean to the Bean again.

"I only play with short haired girls," then played with long haired and short haired girls, just not the Bean.

Emily didn't understand.

"Why are some people mean mommy?'

And all I could say was "Because there just are mean people Bean. But you aren't and I'm proud of you for that."

"But mommy I tried to make her nice. I would have taken care of her if she hurt herself."

"Yes honey I know. But she's just mean and you aren't. What she is doing is wrong and what you are doing is right. I'm sorry it hurts and I'm sorry she's mean to you. I love you."

"Mommy? Maybe her mommy and daddy didn't teach her to be nice."

Yeah Bean, truer words were never spoken

Kindergarten

Starting kindergarten is intense for the whole family. A total schedule change, from when to go to sleep to when to wake up, how long for breakfast and even how long we can snuggle in the morning (don't like that). Right now every step is met with opposition and there are tactical difficulties (as in--how do you pick up a child who won't buckle her own seat belt and you can't get out of the car AND the person putting her in the car doesn't buckle, argh). She's excited about school and likes it, but she thinks it's too long and she's exhausted when she gets home. She is fighting the transition from summer schedule to school schedule so getting to bed is tough. She's a bit overwhelmed by all the new routines and largeness of her school so each day something gets forgotten.

It's all understandable, just not easy

Also, I have a bit more getting ready than I would usually do in the morning to cover up the cat scar on my face. That has to be timed too.

It's tough being unsure of what we're supposed to do, for all of us. Soon we'll get a groove, for now we are really freaking tired.