Well, in photos it is, right? lol
I had stopped by a fellow IA mom's blog last week, Wendy, and she talked about issue with her child and how not many bloggers post the hard stuff. It's because you always have those JERKS that post something rude and that what makes most of us not post. So we just stick with the fun parts of life. I rarely even toss words in anymore...just pics. Anyway, the irony of my reading her post was that I had a weekend with some issues!!!
IT'S ALL ABOUT CONTROL...
It's hard for those reading this that don't know me personally. I am usually super consistent and pride myself on nipping bad behavior in the bud. 95% of the time, G is close to a model child...it's just that DARN 5% that I have to work on with her...
As some of you know, the biggest issues I have with G is her temper tantrums. You saw at our reunion in Amelia…how if someone took something away from her she would throw herself down on the floor and wail. She seems to think it’s all about her 24/7…and mostly it is but I still need to set boundaries. I’m pretty consistent with rules and stuff but this weekend…oye.
So, we were at a children’s resale. She was FAB. She had enough sleep and a great breakfast on the go…she ate in her stroller as I shopped. Then there was a flea market outside the school. I asked her if she wanted to go. She said yes. I said “stroller or no stroller” and she picked “no stroller”. She did great for about 15 minutes and really, really enjoyed looking at all the stuff. Then we get to a section with all Glass and she keeps wanting to pick up. I tell her not to touch and to hold my hand in this section. Well…
The strong willed defiant child of mine threw herself down in the parking lot and began her drama queen routine. I told her to get up right now or we are leaving and I wasn’t playing. She huffed at me and continued. So I scooped her up and this CRAZY child kicked, whaled her arms and screamed bloody murder all the way to the car. It didn’t stop. She kept SCREAMING “I go shopping”. We are stopped at a red light and the car next to us has their windows down too and can hear G. They actually looked like “moms” and seemed to sympathize but started giggling when they realized she was SCREAMING “I GO SHOPPING!!!!!” This lasted 48 minutes. She had almost completely lost her voice and the only reason it stopped was she managed to kick her heal at the stroller and make her blister pop and bleed. Then she cried softly because “I BLEEDING” and pleaded with me to fix her boo-boo.
However, this is NOTHING compare to last night…
Bed time. Actually 20 minutes past bedtime…I tell her we are going to bed. She says, “no, I go watch movie” and runs and turns on the TV and pushes the movie in to start. I tell her “no, it’s bedtime, you have school in the morning” Now the drop to the floor happens and the wailing starts. We already had her in her jammies and she’d had a bath and done her teeth so I scooped her up, took her upstairs and put her in her crib. I almost dropped her on the steps from her kicking and flailing hands. Anyway, I put her in her crib still SCREAMING and she backs up and to my surprise…CHARGES ME AND SLAMS HER HAND INTO MY CHEST AND KNOCK ME TO THE FLOOR. (I swear I’m not kidding) Actually I didn’t get all the way to the floor as I grabbed the bed next to the crib on my way down. I got up only for her to back up and do it again. I blocked her. I thought I was in the twilight zone. She did it three more times screaming BLOODY MURDER AND CHARGING ME as hard as possible. After the second two times I was actually shoving back a bit but not hard enough to make her fall in her crib but more as a warning to back off.
Bed time. Actually 20 minutes past bedtime…I tell her we are going to bed. She says, “no, I go watch movie” and runs and turns on the TV and pushes the movie in to start. I tell her “no, it’s bedtime, you have school in the morning” Now the drop to the floor happens and the wailing starts. We already had her in her jammies and she’d had a bath and done her teeth so I scooped her up, took her upstairs and put her in her crib. I almost dropped her on the steps from her kicking and flailing hands. Anyway, I put her in her crib still SCREAMING and she backs up and to my surprise…CHARGES ME AND SLAMS HER HAND INTO MY CHEST AND KNOCK ME TO THE FLOOR. (I swear I’m not kidding) Actually I didn’t get all the way to the floor as I grabbed the bed next to the crib on my way down. I got up only for her to back up and do it again. I blocked her. I thought I was in the twilight zone. She did it three more times screaming BLOODY MURDER AND CHARGING ME as hard as possible. After the second two times I was actually shoving back a bit but not hard enough to make her fall in her crib but more as a warning to back off.
SERIOUSLY. SOMETHING INVADED MY CHILD. I was in shock. I’ve thought I’d seen it all. This was not, could NOT, have been normal. At this point I don’t care if it’s adopted related or age related. It was wrong on so many levels and if it keeps up, we will most definitely have to seek help. I cannot stress how much I thought it was above and beyond any kind of tantrum. I am praying that it was a fluke and her testing the ultimate boundaries. I did still tell her I loved her and rubber her back in the crib when she succumbed. She awoke at around midnight and was screaming…. She was even more mad when she saw me. I took her out of the crib and forced some snuggle time and gave her a thousand kisses and just as I thought she was good she says “I GO WATCH MOVIE”! Are you kidding me!! She awakes like nothing happened and she’s a happy girl. OMG!
(OLDER PHOTO OF MY BABY)
So, to all of you that think the grass is greener...well...maybe it is...IN THE PHOTOS!!!!
Feel free to comment with advice. If you have nothing nice say...keep it to yourself. Thanks.
