I hate to wake a sleeping kid, but if we were to stay on any kind of a schedule, I had to.
She actually woke up quite easily and agreed to go see Gramma Jean. And that’s when it all fell apart. She was sitting with GJ, but gently wimpering and whining…which eventually turned into full-blown crying with tears and everything. Hoo boy. It went on and on and on. She didn’t want milk, the iPad, M&Ms, or her B. After a half hour, talk of going to the pool finally got her attention.