In the back of my mind I have a vague recollection of ED turning in to a hell-child just before he turned three. Only bits and pieces stand out. I’m starting to wonder, if like the pain of childbirth, we forget our children being pains in the ass in order to further the human race.
That all being said, CA has been a real pisser lately. The attitude is unreal; as if she is a teenager! When I remind her of her manners I hear “I SAID GET ME JUICE!!!!” and she is throwing herself on the floor in these horrific fits when she doesn’t get her way. Yesterday she was nasty all night, having been placed in time out twice for hitting and pinching me as well as severely antagonizing her brother. She was out at one point, demanding her juice, when the cat wretched up all of his food on to one of my kitchen mats (centimeters from the actual floor where I could have just wiped it up……). I asked her to go and get me a few wipes from the bathroom while I poured her juice, and she readily obliged. I heard the toilet flush twice while she was away, but no bells went off for me, and I went about my business. It was only a short time later, when I needed to use the bathroom that I realized what she had been up to. The toilet was filled to the very top of the seat, and sticking out of the drain, was the entire container of wipes. I left the bathroom to ask her what she had done and was told “I just flushed some toilet paper!” I probed her again……”Just toilet paper???” “Yes Mama, and one wipe.” Sigh. “Just one wipe, CA???” “Well, one REALLY big one.”
This girl is going to be the death of me, I thought as I dunked my hand in to the bowl to fish out the clumps of wipes. At least they were still all folded together and we didn’t need to call a plumber.
Over the weekend, as she played with her brother and 2 boy cousins Hub commented that in his family, they always picked on his cousin R, the only girl, and that he was surprised how well the boys took to her. It was clear though that she was the alpha in that group—I turned to Hub and said “they wouldn’t dare to pick on her; she’d kick all of their asses.”
Indeed she would, this difficult yet extremely lovable child.
When she woke up this morning, and snuggled on my lap for a bit, she told me “bad CA stayed in bed; good CA is awake.”
I guess we’ll see what today will bring.