total parental failure...

For the past several days my little ray of sunshine and rainbows (and fantastic dance numbers) has been having a hard time.

At first I thought it was just because she was being bratty...  I decided that may be a terribly harsh assessment of an otherwise lovely child.

Then I thought maybe it was because her social calendar has been so very full with school, homework, play dates, entertaining my friends, forcing them to do things like... oh become a

(man+princess equals

) or watching 3-D movies, coloring all over her mother's arms, putting bunny ears on people* staying up late, and shopping for gifts for her friends.

no mancesses were harmed in the making of this image

sadly I think missburrows was harmed

they're waiting for 3-D glasses to be in style

There was a lot of fun.. but was it too much fun?  Ordinarily none of those things would cause the kind of meltdowns I was getting from her... something was not right... not right at all.

But what was it?

Fricken teeth.

TEETH.

K just turned 6 and I do recall reading somewhere when she was little that kids get molars around the age of 6.

Guess what?

My 6 year old is teething.  She's only been six for a couple of weeks and she's teething like a toddler.  She's kind of drooly and generally really cranky and short tempered and melodramatic...

Well perhaps the melodrama is just a natural part of her personality... but I had to throw it in.

Why didn't I know this was coming?

What part of my brain was blocking this?  And how much courage (stupidity) did it take to stick my finger in her mouth to check on the unseen thing that was bothering her?  I mean she's a feisty little thing...  I'm lucky she didn't bite my finger right off.

Was I supposed to keep reading parenting books after she was able to fluently communicate with me?  Because um.... I think I forgot to.