The best laid plans are no match for Mother Nature and an ornery toddler. And if we're being completely honest, the plans weren't all that well laid to begin with.
I should have known what kind of day it would be when she bellowed from the crib at 6:45 that her clock wouldn't turn yellow. It's set to turn yellow at 7:00. Since then we've had countless skirmishes...she wants to play with her dollhouse before going downstairs, and before she has breakfast, and before she gets dressed. She wants to play with play-doh NOW, not after she's dressed. After she's dressed she wants to play with her dollhouse some more, not with play-doh. She wants to watch Toy Story, not another movie. Then she wants to watch another movie, not the rest of Toy Story. She does not want to go shopping, not even for fun stickers to celebrate pooping and peeing on the toilet (the one successful mission we've had so far today). She claims to want mac and cheese for lunch, but I'm willing to bet that she'll decide she wants pizza as soon as I put the plate of mac and cheese in front of her.
I'm really hoping to get something going after naptime, especially since dada has the afternoon off. Shopping for luggage, a trip to the museum, maybe a whole hour without crankiness? I know, I know. I'm a hopeless optimist. And a sucker for punishment.