Please note that capital letters are screaming.
When I tell her nicely that she can’t have hotdogs for breakfast:
” Mommy, we don’t yell in this family” *and she walks over and hits my leg. Timeout upstairs.
When I tell her we can’t go to sports day because she is yelling at me and we can’t go and be grumpy all day:
“Then I am not going to love you and I am going to call you BAD! ” (this must be the ultimate insult)
When I tell her that she doesn’t have to drink from her new Disney cup as she’s melting down about it:
*sniffles with big wide,hurt eyes* “Then you are going to THROW IT IN THE GARBAGE?” (yah, cause that’s what I said. WTH. Seriously) And then “You are going to take it back to Disneyland and I will HAVE NOTHING!” (well now, that is a capital idea!)
INSANE 3 YEAR OLD : “Wheres my underwear mom?”
ME: “On your bum, silly!”
INSANE 3 YEAR OLD : “DON’T SAY BUM!!!” Throws herself on me crying.
Add in about 5 confrontations with her brother, 78 meltdowns with crying for no apparent reason, 14 slaps doled out indiscriminately to her brother and myself, and now we are ending with her crying under the table at my feet telling me that she can’t get hugs from me anymore. And she won’t get dressed but is screaming that she wants to go play outside and she HAS TO HAVE HER SHOES ON.
O-M-G.
Oh man, 3 was so unreasonable. I have excerpt like this in my journal:
DS, what do you want for lunch?
I don’t know!
Do you want some noodles?
I said I DON’T KNOW! (hysterical breakdown)
Bwahahaha!!! I have one of those, but she's 10 now. Invest in a distillery.
Bwahahaha!!! I have one of those, but she's 10 now. Invest in a distillery.