Life sucks when your seven...

If you don't think Ali has it rough, just ask her.  This morning was one of those days that I'm not sure I can manage- and I'm basically drop-kicking her out the door to go to school.  She woke up down right raunchy... and through the course of the morning, got worse.  I did her hair while she was eating a bowl of cereal, and the second she saw it in the mirror she burst into tears and said it was ugly.  We didn't have time to change it, so I'm sure she got on the bus and immediately took it out...  she threw another fit in the car, only because I was an awful mom for not letting her have a chocolate kiss before she got on the bus.  Drama...  I actually took her out of the car threatening to beat her butt raw- of course I wasn't going to but found out quickly it was not the smartest thing I have ever done. I'm sure the entire neighborhood has me on watch now because she started screaming bloody murder- even though my only intention was to talk to her- It doesn't matter that Santa is watching..."he'll just see how mean YOU are, MOM!"  I'm just glad these kind of days have significantly decreased- I don't think I can take much more.