Friday, July 26, 2013

A Full Moon or Demons?

Not that she's ever an easy child, but this week Little A has really been pushing me to the brink. I wonder if we need an exorcist?

Forgive me if we are Facebook friends in which case you would have seen me post this on Tuesday, but for those of you who are not, here is a summary of how the morning went down:

@#*% that made my 4-year-old cry this morning:
1. She didn't like the clothes I picked for her because she (now) doesn't like purple.
2. She forgot to tell daddy something before he left the house.
3. She spilled her milk.
4. Her feet got wet from the spilled milk.
5. She wanted daddy.
6. When I applied her sunblock it made her feel itchy.
7. She wanted daddy.
8. The apple juice freezies the kids ...
begged to eat on the way to daycare were too cold.
9. She wanted daddy.
10. The freezie melted before she could eat it all and it was my fault.
11. She wanted daddy.
12. She wanted to hold may hand but I was walking too quickly.
13. She wanted daddy.
14. I held her hand too tightly.
15. She wanted daddy.

Now she's at daycare. And. I. Need. A. Stiff. Drink.

That evening when we talked about what a tough morning it had been and I asked her if she was going to behave better the next day she smiled and said to me, "I don't know, I might be a little grumpy."

I'm not kidding.

Another charming moment happened on Wednesday.  I let everyone try my sugar-free milk chocolate chunks a few days ago and ever since, Little A has been asking for more.  I told her no, I was saving them to bake with (and try not to get in the habit of letting the girls have treats every single time they ask).  So on Wednesday, which was the third day in a row she asked and I said no, she then stomped her foot and said, "I'm getting really annoyed.  I keep asking for some and you keep not giving me any!"

Is it any wonder that she made up a story on the way home from daycare the other day about a mommy who was really pissed off.  Hey, I have no idea where she learned that language!

I won't even bore you with all her bedtime antics that have me stark raving mad each evening.  I've been needing regular time outs to keep from having a tantrum myself.

Honestly, it's a good thing I work as an infertility counsellor.  It reminds me how lucky I am to have these girls.  Unfortunately, no matter how much you want your children and how hard you worked to get them, it's still challenging to be a parent.

Nevertheless, it's Friday and we have a family weekend ahead.  Yiperoo!  We're taking the girls to the Live Green Toronto Festival, which we've taken them to before and has been a hit.  Live music, healthy and eco living vendors, food, and usually a pretty cool swag bag.  If you're in the GTA, check it out!  Have a great tantrum-free weekend.

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