I Know Why Some Species Eat Their Young
A is making me insane-absolutely crazy, batty, around the bend, blithering insane.
How is she doing this? By being herself!
Every order and rule has to be questioned. I am so weary of hearing, "Why? I don't want to. NO! I don't like the way this tastes. I don't like you. Why can't I...?", and every other version of her giving me grief.
She goes to school from 8 to 2 and even the few hours she is home, make smoke come out my ears.
This morning when I took her to school, I walked her to a certain point. She wanted to go the rest of the way alone. This is fine, but the bell was about to ring and she wanted to take a "short" cut. (the long way around) She stood there and ARGUED with me until the bell rang, at which point I clenched my teeth (literally) and growled, "GET TO ClASS!"
I am not proud of my parenting skills when it comes to A. I am always screaming at her. Last night, she found a perfume sample in a magazine and put it on. I told her it smelled too strong and I didn't want any on. What did she do? She came up and RUBBED IT ON MY WRIST! So I screamed, "Goddamn it, get out of here!" Another proud parenting moment was seared into her memory, I'm sure. It's seared into mine.
When she went on vacation for a week with her grandparents, I vowed to remember what a treasure she was and to be more patient. Within ONE DAY of having her back I was screaming again.
I love this child, but our personalities totally clash. She has to question EVERYTHING. Would it be that damn hard to listen once in a while, WOULD IT?
Do doctors give out valium prescriptions anymore? Something please, to take the edge off, before I start banging my head into the wall to get the frustration out.
Where does patience come from, and where can I buy some?
Ugh.
How is she doing this? By being herself!
Every order and rule has to be questioned. I am so weary of hearing, "Why? I don't want to. NO! I don't like the way this tastes. I don't like you. Why can't I...?", and every other version of her giving me grief.
She goes to school from 8 to 2 and even the few hours she is home, make smoke come out my ears.
This morning when I took her to school, I walked her to a certain point. She wanted to go the rest of the way alone. This is fine, but the bell was about to ring and she wanted to take a "short" cut. (the long way around) She stood there and ARGUED with me until the bell rang, at which point I clenched my teeth (literally) and growled, "GET TO ClASS!"
I am not proud of my parenting skills when it comes to A. I am always screaming at her. Last night, she found a perfume sample in a magazine and put it on. I told her it smelled too strong and I didn't want any on. What did she do? She came up and RUBBED IT ON MY WRIST! So I screamed, "Goddamn it, get out of here!" Another proud parenting moment was seared into her memory, I'm sure. It's seared into mine.
When she went on vacation for a week with her grandparents, I vowed to remember what a treasure she was and to be more patient. Within ONE DAY of having her back I was screaming again.
I love this child, but our personalities totally clash. She has to question EVERYTHING. Would it be that damn hard to listen once in a while, WOULD IT?
Do doctors give out valium prescriptions anymore? Something please, to take the edge off, before I start banging my head into the wall to get the frustration out.
Where does patience come from, and where can I buy some?
Ugh.
posted by Caro at 8:17 AM
7 Comments:
I'm working on a collection of valium of Elicia and myself, shall I begin one for you too?
Techie
Please.
Maybe you should get her involved with the theatre...she'd be like me...never home...lol
Techie
Grandpa Buzzell called you "Little Howcome". You were very curious. You were an awful good kid, though.
Sounds like "A" was born a teenager.
it's called 200 mg of Zoloft a day, sweetheart. Get thee to a shrink and get some. I'd have killed myself by now without it. and i do not assert that lightly.
if you want to, you can send A. here and I'll lock her in Si's cage with him. Sounds like they are two pea in a pod.
I bet if A and Si were in a cage, they would probably both try to be in charge. It would be like WWF. LOL
and wouldn't that be entertaining? : )
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