I keep repeating this phrase to myself over and over. She’s only 4. She’s only 4. It has to get better. We’ve had some trying times lately, and I see us getting onto Paige more and more often it seems like. I thought about something Beth posted in a comment about getting perverse pleasure in being more stubborn than her kids. I realized this is partly true of me as well. I’m stubborn. Ronnie is stubborn. So it shouldn’t surprise me that our child is stubborn. Genetics works folks. Over the past weekend I actually stopped and asked myself if I was getting on to her about something that was justifiable or was it just to be more stubborn. It was almost all justifiable. If she has a friend over and won’t share toys, she can sit in her room until she’s ready to share toys. She can’t order me around the house to do her bidding. I will not be spoken to that way.
Another thing that made me stop to think this morning was my Facebook status:
Thank God it’s Monday. I can take my grumpy, PITA 4 year old to daycare and go to work. Or, as I like to think of it, my 9 hours of not being a Mommy. Yes, she’s been that bad this weekend.
A friend of mine in town for a few days commented on it asking about a lunch date. That really made me stop to think. Here I am complaining about Paige not acting right and here’s my friend who lost her child suddenly at 21 months. That lead me to think about my cousin who lost his 3 month old to SIDS. Just after her funeral my uncle (the grandfather) was walking into Walmart with my aunt when they watched a grandmother yelling at her 4 or 5 year old grandchild. The child had gotten fingerprints all over the clean windows after being told not to. My uncle walked up to her and reminded her that glass cleans, she should be thankful she still has her granddaughter, since he had just buried his. He said the look on her face was worth it, because it seemed to hit her what he had said.
Paige was over tired this weekend due to staying out past her bedtime both nights and not sleeping any later in the morning. She still takes naps but didn’t nap any longer either. And somehow she’s gotten this idea into her head that she can order us around the house like her servants. That’s not going to happen and needs to be stopped immediately. Also, throwing toys and talking baby talk will not get her what she wants. Unless what she wants is either a spanking or being sent to her room. In that case, she got exactly what she wanted.