Frustrated

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Today is my daughter's 15th birthday. I had wonderful plans to make her day as wonderful as possible. I got up at 6am to make her gluten free/egg free blueberry muffins so she could have a nice breakfast before school. She walked into the kitchen and I said "I made you some muffins for breakfast." She said "I know" and then complained about the muffin liners sticking to the muffins. Note to self, grease the pan next time instead of using liners. Ugg!

Oh well...I told her I would drive her to school today since it was her birthday (she usually walks). She got made at me and complained that we were going to be late. It was a half hour before school started and we live less than 5 minutes from the school. I told her that if she wanted to walk, she could. She didn't want to walk but she wanted me to take her RIGHT THEN!

I picked her up from school so she didn't have to walk and she acts like she is mad at me. Then proceeds to demand that she be allowed to open her presents as soon as we get home. I told her after dinner and she threw a little fit. I asked her where she wanted to eat dinner, she refused to answer.

Last night, I went to the store special to buy Lunchables, applesauce in the packets and strawberry milk for both her and her brother (his birthday is tomorrow). I also bought her a cute little bug eye'd puppy dog stuffed animal that clips on to...whatever. Then I came home and made cake pops (gluten free/egg free) and put them in her lunch for a special treat. We get home and I asked her how she liked her lunch...she says "fine". By now, my patience is dwindling and I get a little sarcastic with her and say "Your Welcome!" to which she rolls her eyes and mumbles "thanks". Uggg!

I'll take her to dinner tonight then to Cold Stone for ice cream and then she is going to bed. I just have to keep reminding myself that it's a hard day for her (too much sensory...). She doesn't handle special days well. At least they are better than they used to be. That being said I feel that it is my job to teach her to be grateful and appreciative. That lesson is still being taught. Of course, now I feel guilty for being upset.

I'm going to do the whole thing over again for my son. He, at least, will be appreciative and happy. I know that in her own way, she is enjoying her birthday.

Thanks for letting me vent.