Allie is not an easy kid - she definitely gives Ben and I a run for our money. Our motto is "proceed with caution" as you never know what you're going to get. One morning you could go in to wake her up (I am always sweet - I begin by rubbing her head, scratching her back and in my softest voice I say "wake up sunshine") and she sits up in bed and says "hi mommy, I love you" - the next day she sits up in bed screaming "no" 8,000 times and continues to throw a fit for 30 minutes. You just never know. This week she has been great in the morning, but an absolute PILL in the evenings.
Tuesday I let her take her Woody and Jessie dolls to school to sleep with at nap time. When I put her in the car that afternoon, something triggered her to turn into demon Allie and she decided to throw Jessie on the ground. To show her that I'm not going to tolerate it, I decided to tell her Jessie was not going to come home with us and drive off (what she didn't know is that I actually picked the doll up and put it under my feet). Oh.my.dear.Lord she went BALLISTIC, kicking, screaming, flapping her arms in an attempt to hit something, threw Woody on the floorboard, took her shoes off and threw them in the front seat...the list could go on. I pulled over on the side of the road and calmly said, "Allie, if you tell mommy and Jessie you are sorry, and stop throwing a fit, I will give you Jessie back" - I thought I was doing the right thing. Clearly NOT. The fit escalated, and she said "no mommy" so I continued to drive. The fit went on the entire way home and she even decided to sit in the car in the carport by herself, to finish the fit, for another 15 minutes. Hey, props to you sista for knowing your mother doesn't want to hear your crazy s***. She finally stopped, apologized, and what do you know, got Jessie back. So I'm thinking I taught her a lesson, right? NOT.
Yesterday was the LSU Homecoming Parade at her school. Ben and I both went and when it was time to leave, a fit ensued. No clue why. It continued, and continued, and continued. When we got home I made her sit in the car until Ben pulled in the driveway (he was less than 3 minutes behind us). She finally stopped and Ben made her apologize.
The thing I do not understand about my child is I KNOW she understands my words. Ben and I really do a good job (in my opinion) of talking to her. "Allie, tell mommy you are sorry and you can have _____ back" OR "Allie, please show mommy want you want instead of throwing a fit..." These are the conversations we have with her. I am beginning to think she is truly just a hard-headed, stubborn child, who is going to push however hard she can to do whatever she can to dominate us. I hate feeling this way about her but I am sure I'm not the only parent to feel this way.
Thank goodness it is Friday - a new day begins tomorrow.
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