Consequences...

Here I am again.  This morning was a temper tantrum from hell.  Began when my husband left for work at 6:30am and the pre-schooler didn't get to say goodbye as he left.  I heard her searching the house, went to check and see if his car was there, followed by crying.  Which became I don't want to go to school.  Um, no you are going.  May the temper tantrums follow.  I finally got her in the car, but it was without her stuffed dog which she wanted for show and tell.  Todays show and tell was "d" so she was bringing a dog.  Screaming and crying the whole time in the car, when we got there she wanted me to turn around and get it.  I said that I had given her a choice and she chose to NOT be willing to go to the car, not be willing to turn the TV off, NOT be willing to walk to the car and so on.  Hence no stuffy for show and tell.  consequences...consequences...  I arrived at pre-school exhausted, crying child, I explained to her teacher what had happened, they told me I was doing the right thing, the music teacher gave me a hug, and I was off.