I guess... hope?... its just a long over due case of the terrible twos. Just when I was starting to think I'd gotten off easy! Trickery.
For instance: ANY time I tell her something she doesn't want to hear... from 'drink your milk before you leave the table' to 'Mommy can get your cocoa after I go to the bathroom' she responds with this:
And occasionally this:
Also? She is a TOTAL princess. And I don't mean the "welcome to Disneyland, can I get you a marshmallow to munch and sing you a lullabye while you browse thru my kindgdom" kind. I mean the kind that waves her bejeweled scepter in the face of the starving villagers and coldly declares : "Let them eat cake!"
No mercy for her exhausted mother.
She is positively obsessed and determined to be a BIG GIRL. She devours every opportunity possible to remind us... "NO! IM NOT BEAUTIFUL, IM A BIG GIRL!... NO! IM NOT TIRED, IM A BIG GIRL!!!! NOOOOO! IM NOT HUNGRY, IM A BIG GIRL!!!" And so it plays on, and on, and on... all.the.live.long.day.
Yesterday was a particularly long and exhausting day, and Ty was at a late evening meeting so I took the kids on a brief outing for a change of scenery. By the time we got home, it was almost their bedtime, we hadn't eaten dinner as planned, the house was a train wreck of a home daycare, the children were caked in filth...
As we pulled in the driveway the 2 little evil dictators in the back seat started in with their list of demands...
I shut off the engine, put my hands on the wheel, took some deep cleansing breaths... fantasized about what it would be like to have just one night of peaceful rest in the state mental hospital...
Finally, feeling rather sorry for myself I slowly turned around to face the jeering little monsters... and in the calmest voice I could manage I softly said, "Can Mommy tell you guys something?"
Surprisingly, they both stopped mid-jeer and stood at attention, eyes wide and waiting to hear this important gem of wisdom I had to impart to them.
I have to admit, I wasn't expecting the little dears to call my bluff and actually focus on me, so I hadn't really prepared a speech. I hung on to the silence as long as I dared before I blurted out...
"Sometimes... its really hard to be the Mommy."
I know... not my proudest moment... but I was sulking. And apparently... they could smell the fear and vulnerability, for little Miss Antoinette in the back seat piped in without missing a single beat...
"!NO!!!!!!!! ITS NOT. YOU'RE A BIGGG GIRL!!!!!"
Thats when Dawson threw his head back in hysterical, sadistic, echoing laughter. And I realized I might as well join them, since its against the law to beat them.
Score one for team toddler.
2 comments:
first of all, that face she is making in the pic with carly is great.
and secondly, i love how you wait to post this till there is no turning back for me about working at your daycare. very strategic.
1.Antoinette is not as bad as she is made out to be.
2.It is only against the law to beat them if somebody finds out.
3. Bwahaha for backfiring toddlers.
4. You are such a good mom. I can only wish to be like you.
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