School Days

I was not feeling well this morning. So, I was quite happy to send the kiddos off to school and go back to bed for a bit. At least, that was the plan.
The carpool van came, I hugged the kids and sent them off, shut the door (cause they were getting in the van), went upstairs, crawled in bed, turned on the tv, shoved the dog over, and DING DONG! Errggggh, I crawl out of bed, clomp downstairs and there's Wolfgang "I can't get Princess in the car. She won't go in the van today." I look over and sure enough, she's standing there sobbing and refusing to get in the van.
I tell the carpool Dad to go on, I'll deal with the child and off he goes. Did I mention that I'm barefoot, it's raining, and I have my pj's on? Anyway, we walk back in the house and after a few minutes of crying (her, not me), drying off (me, mostly, some her) and talkng (mostly me), I determine that she's scared to go to school. Yesterday, she panicked in the firehouse that the Fire Dept brought to school and she was afraid to go in there again. So, after much reassurance and a quick change into clothes, off we go to school.
Poor thing, I felt bad for her but I was so irritated that she pulled this. And, then, felt guilty for feeling that.
So, I'm off now to drink my oj, take my ibuprofen and snooze a little. What a Wednesday.