I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Let me rephrase that. I was angrily shaken awake this morning by a crabby 3 year old who demanded that I wake up and put on her show NOW. Hoping I'd be able to catch a few more winks while Augusta watched her show, I punched the power button on the remote, zoomed up to the channel of choice and shut my eyes. It wasn't to be. She complained about the show, the volume, the tv was too "sunny" (bright), she was hungry, she wanted MOMMY to give her breakfast NOW, DADDY DID IT YESTERDAY, you name it, she complained about it. I sent her to get changed and she yelled – YELLED at me, defiantly, NO!!!! We went around and around until finally I exploded and sent her to her room. I was so angry, and she was being so horrible and I just couldn't deal with her.
Augusta played quietly in her room (read: made a ginormous mess of teeny tiny scraps of wadded up paper strewn all over her entire room and in drawers) while I began getting ready for work. I stomped all grumpy-gills into her room and laid out her clothes. Getting her to get dressed in the morning on her own is a chore that I'm not cut out for. I typically ask her 5 or 6 times to please get dressed, then by the 7th time I'm so worked up and cranky that I start threatening to take things away. This morning I was so irritated that I simply told her that 1. I was very angry about her behavior this morning, 2. I was not going to speak to her again until she got dressed and 3. if I had to remind her to get dressed ONE MORE TIME I was going to throw out her coveted Wizard of Oz pillow. She simply said, "Ok, Mommy. I'm sorry for being so mean at you and I will get dressed." I told her not to speak to me again until she was dressed and returned to my bathroom to dry my hair.
A few minutes later, I felt a teeny tiny hand tug on my shirt. I turned off my hair dryer and she said, "Mommy, I got dressed. How do you like my outfit?" I turned to look. I snorted.
I said, "wait right there! DON'T MOVE!!!"
She cautiously said, "why Mommy? Am I in trouble???"
"No!! " I shouted as I darted down the stairs. "I have to get my camera!"
For this is what she'd put together:
I have absolutely no idea to which bad mood you are referring.
xoxoZ
love the look. she may have a hard time walking, however. xo
ReplyDeletei love it!
ReplyDeleteI could SO relate to this, Z. We have had the exact same morning with Miles, right down to being rudely awakened by the Television... NOW!" demands of our tiny dictator. And I have sent him to his room in the exact same manner, for my own sanity, rather than for punishment (since they seem to have the memories of goldfish anyhow).
ReplyDeleteIsn't it funny how they seem to know when they've pushed you to the edge and do something incredibly charming and adorable just in the nick of time?
The underwear on the head is my favorite part. :) xoxo.