Thursday, May 31, 2012

This afternoon was total crap.

Just from 2:45 on.  What happened at 2:45??  I picked C up from school.  She's not always bad, usually she's really pleasant, but today she must have taken a nasty pill because she was walking around with a storm cloud above her head that didn't want to blow away. 

We were scheduled to skype with D at 3:15, which meant that she could go play on the playground with her friends (who she spends the entire day with) for a few minutes, but not as long as we usually do.  I informed her of this as we were walking to the playground, so it wouldn't come as a shock.  I figured she would be pleased to talk to her dad.  Wrong.

Fast forward fifteen minutes and it's time to go, I ask G to tell C that it's time to go, G runs over to her and runs back and says to me with wide eyes, "C says she doesn't care what you say."  Rude.  So I yell to C that we're leaving NOW and she needs to come on.  She drags ass over to me, walking like a snail, and refuses to hold my hand in the parking lot.  Way to show me who's boss.

After throwing one-liners at her sister and I the entire way home (G isn't fun to play with.....you don't pack me good lunches.......this car smells [and it totally doesn't!]), I sent her to her room.  She stewed in there until she heard her dad's voice and was ready to come out and talk.  After the skype session she had more nasty things to say to her sister and was sent back to her room for a good 45 minutes.  I was over her.

She was reading when I went in to tell her it was time for dinner.  She seemed better... she really fooled me.  After dinner we went to Target.  In the dollar aisle I told she and G they could get squirt bottles to spray each other with outside.  C informed me that she would be picking out a real toy in the toy aisle.  Ummm, nooooo, I didn't offer you a real toy, you can have a squirt bottle or nothing.  She bitched some more, so she got nothing.  She cried all the way through Target (five minutes, I only needed one thing) and all the way home.

When we got home I sent her to bed.  It was 6:15.  She got in her bead and screamed until she VOMITED.

Oh, hell no.

I calmly explained to her that the reason she vomited was because she was freaking her shit out and needed to calm down.  I took her vom blanket away and now she only has a sheet.  That's what happens when you give yourself the pukes.

Now she's quiet.  I don't care if she's asleep or not, I just want her to leave me alone.  She was soooo baaddddd today.  Do you ever have those days, when as soon as you see your child glare at you from across the parking lot you just know it's going to suck?  I hope I'm not the only one. 

2 comments:

dottie said...

Yep. I've had those days. Totally normal, for the kids to lose their shit every now and then.

I'm dealing recently with my spaz of a son, who will smack me in the face when he doesn't want to get in the car. It's even better when people are walking by. Then he starts smacking himself in the head. UGH. Kids.

I wish I could say it gets better with age but then you just battle another kind of problem. So far I'd have to say the teenager is more frustrating than the toddler.

Wine helps.

becky said...

I've had those days too, with Q especially! He's been even worse since school has been out and his sister is away for half the summer. I'm hoping that it's just a phase and he will not be like this forever. It's been rough. I love the little monster with all of my heart, but some days, he needs to just chill. Your'e doing a great job... keep it up!