The Poo has entered what may very well be my least-favorite phase.
The crying phase.
Every time she commits an infraction and I reprimand her - however gently - she bursts into loud, wailing sobs before I can even finish my sentence.
Yesterday she demanded that we turn the TV on for her, quite rudely. Her manners are apparently on an extended vacation these days, and her umpteenth sassy comment of the day finally drew our stern reactions.
I calmly tried to tell her that nice little girls ask for things they want politely, and she started to cry and scream.
“I DID ask nicely!” she screamed, arms stretched out for a hug. “PLEASE, MOMMY, DON’T YELL AT ME!”
The only person in the room yelling was her.
July 1st, 2008 at 8:13 am
Umm, that phase is long and awful. Sorry. Muirne still has the crying moments…makes me crazy. Good luck.
July 1st, 2008 at 8:53 am
Mine are teens, and act just the same as The Poo. Only they aren’t small and cute with it. They are just….teens. Need I say more? *sigh*
July 1st, 2008 at 11:31 am
Oh my gosh. I am NOT looking forward to that phase.
July 1st, 2008 at 1:00 pm
Girl drama . . . I always tell myself that it is a good thing Katie was my last (because she is so much drama, way more than the boys). Yes, I love her immensely - but dude, the term ’save the drama for your mama’ takes on a whole new meaning with my girl.
Don’t worry, Shaggy will whip her into shape as soon as he can!
July 1st, 2008 at 1:36 pm
Oh, the drama. Before kids, I thought “my kid will never act like that. I won’t allow it.” I guess I didn’t realize they had their own phases and personalities to deal with.
My daughter is thirteen and I get the “You always yell at me!” thing, too, even though my voice isn’t raised. Sadly, that gets to me enough that sometimes I do end up raising my voice to proclaim “I DID NOT YELL AT YOU!”
July 1st, 2008 at 2:20 pm
We are here right now too! I can’t stand it. My favorite part is how she tells everyone after that ‘Mom,y screamed at me’…even though I never raised my voice once.
July 1st, 2008 at 7:06 pm
I was about to write a really crappy post about my really crappy life…then I read yours and thought about those weeks I spent on bedrest and how little things like crayons pouring out every where were so much more horrible when I was pregnant and how even though I had a shitty day, it was better than being on bedrest, and bedrest that won’t let you sleep is at best wretched and of course, the little life trials that aren’t so little when your belly is in the way of everything you do.
I’ll probably still write my wimpy grumpy post, but you did at least slow me down a little. Good luck and try to enjoy a little bit of time.
July 2nd, 2008 at 4:17 am
We know all about this. With ours they march off, slump face down on the couch, and start the air raid siren up.
If they do it in the lounge, we insist they go to the playroom, and we shut the door on them until they quieten down, along with “nobody wan’t to hear all this noice - when you’re quiet, you can come back”.
July 4th, 2008 at 9:04 am
This sounds all too familiar!
July 7th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
good times, good times.