crying

We arise at 6:11am.
Lana starts complaining she doesn't want to go to school. She's too cold.
We finally get dressed, brush teeth and hair without too much of a fuss. That's good. We're happy.
I mention that her dad will be driving her to school this morning so she can help Noah find his class.
She's not too happy. She wants to ride the bus.
We eat breakfast. Get shoes and backpacks.
Lana walks outside ready to hop on the bus.
Her dad reminds her she will be a car rider today.
The bus comes and I stick my head out the door to remind our little lady she needs to not get on the bus.
Lana returns to the house clad with intense scowl.

That's when it begins.

She comes inside, angry and upset, takes her shoes off and storms upstairs to her bed, crying.
Once Lana gets crying, there's no return.
Me: "Lana! You have until the count of three to be downstairs!"
Lana: "I don't want to go to school!"
Me: "One....
Lana: "I'm not going!"
Me: "Two...
Lana: Silence
Me: Waiting to give her some time..."Three!"
Lana: Nothing.
Me: Stomping upstairs (wonder where the little girl gets her stomping from)
Lana: Making her way downstairs.
So, she's crying of course. She doesn't want to help Noah get to class. I lecture her about being the big sister and having a responsibility to help her parents and her brother. How would she feel if her brother got lost at school? scared? and lost? crying? She didn't want that to happen. But, she still didn't want to help. She's crying. Now she doesn't want to go to school at all. She wants to stay home with me. Have I mentioned she's crying?
Me: "All children have to go to school. If they don't their parents get in trouble. You can only stay home if you are home schooled."
Lana: "I want yoooooou to take me nooooot dad!"
I have to push her out the door, crying and wailing, trying to pry her little fingers from my hands and body.
Chris finally drags her down the front steps. Lana yelling and crying: "No! I don't want to go!"
I close the front door, sigh with relief and try to collect myself. I still hear Lana's cries. The car leaves the driveway and I can still here Lana's cries. Five minutes later I can still hear the cries.
I poke my head out the front door and see Chris one house down struggling with Lana, trying to get her seat belt on. She is screaming and crying- "No!!!" Chris sees me walking towards the car and I hear Chris say to Lana; 'Now you're in trouble.' He tells me he had to chase her around the car before he got her inside again.
I am sternly telling Lana blah blah blah, hoping with all hope that the neighbor whose house we are in front of is still sleeping, or at least doesn't have their cell phones taping this chaos. I get the seat belt fastened and they drive off.
Chris calls me from the car after he has dropped them off. He said he had to literally drag Lana from the car and was just glad she didn't dart to her class, not helping her little brother.
What am I going to do with this girl? Do you think she has a hard time with change? I'm beginning to believe this to be true. Now she is grounded from all things pretty and pleasing and pleasurable.

It's now only 8:26am...Can't wait for the day ahead...