I was only going to do one post today but TDQ has annoyed me enough to actually do another.
I'm fairly sure I used to have a nice daughter, I think she actually even listened to me occasionally. I'm positive that I raised her to be polite and respectful and to play nicely with others. Why then, has this charming little minion of mine, spontaneously morphed into someone more akin to Gollum?
It seems as though it's happened overnight. No more 'you're brilliant mum!', no more 'you're a genuis!', oh no, now it's more like, 'You suck! How did you get to be so old when you don't know anything?'
There's been a lot of shouting lately in this house thanks to that. I don't want to raise my voice, I don't like doing that because it means that I'm losing the argument before I've even started but for whatever reason, I simply cannot help boiling over and yelling.
More than that, she's hitting her younger brother and that's something I won't tolerate no matter what. Currently, she's on no pocket money and sitting in a bedroom that literally only contains books and clothes (ETA: and a bed obviously, I'm not that cruel). Anything that could remotely be considered fun has been removed and won't be put back until she can behave herself for more than five seconds together. Obviously I'm now the Wicked Witch and to be perfectly honest, it's a role I was born to play.
I know I was horrid as a teenager, I know I made my mum's life hell at times, but I didn't think that when she cursed me, it would actually come true. You all know the curse, 'I hope you have children and when you do, they grow up to be just like you!'
Yeah, I got hit with that but I'm fairly sure that TDQ has surpassed me in sheer levels of stroppiness and attitude. There has got to be a solution to this that doesn't involve yelling and removing everything from her bedroom. If only to stop piles of toys being dropped into a corner laid around my bedroom in aesthetically pleasing positions.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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2 comments:
Thanks for linking up to the Bloghop.
Your blog is quite scary, to a mother of a 9 year old girl, but also a good warning to enjoy the years before she turns into a teenager.
Hope that you and your daughter can find a way back to each other.
Hey MmeLindor!
It's just one of those days today, thankfully I keep any swearing out of earshot so that's something to be grateful for. That's part of the reason I started this blog up, so I can let off steam if I need to, without little ears perking up at new and inventive ways to curse.
On the whole, she can be sweet, loving and even do as she's told, but when she loses her temper, mine inevitably follows
Right now though, she's just made me a coffee, apologised for being a pain and asked if I would like some of her chocolate. I apologised for yelling, declined the chocolate in case my wobbly bits got wobblier (which made her giggle) and we've even had hugs.
I'm still not allowed to skip down the street next to her or actually be within ten feet of her in public in case I'm being embarrassing again though.
It's like that old poem: When she was good, she was very, very good and when she was bad, she was horrid.
The good outweighs the bad, I promise :)
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