Saturday, August 28, 2010


Yes, WTH?

I'm thinking that the full moon is upon us. I will have to google to verify the specific date. Anyway, it is upon us. I'm sure of it.

If we are facebook BFFs, you saw my status update yesterday.

"My oldest child has anger management issues. She's only 4."

Laugh amongst yourselves but she is psycho.

She gets is honestly from me her father.

Let's just take yesterday as an example.

The little nutjob had a breakdown because her bathing suit top was "TOO TIGHT. IT'S TOO TIIIIIIIIIGHT!" I very calmly helped her with the top again. It still wasn't right so she ran into the living room and threw the bucket of blocks across the room. I took care of that craziness.

A little while later, (still topless, fresh from timeout with a red butt)... I told the nutjob she had to pick up the blocks or she wasn't going to lunch or the splash pad. Guess what the nutjob yelled? "OK, DAMNASS! I WILL!" I flipped.

Oh, the day does not end there. We haven't even made it to lunchtime yet.

Eating out with two children was normal. They were crazy.

After lunch, we went to the splash pad. We were the only ones there which was nice. After 45 minutes, Caroline had a meltdown because she wanted to go play on the jungle gym at the park. I hadn't brought clothes for that so I said, "no". Melt.down. She told me she didn't like me anymore. She told me I was mean. Then, she hit me. I threw her in that car so fast, I don't even remember getting all of our stuff together. It was a blur.

Deep breath. Deep breath. Not working!

We got home and she had her tea from lunch in her hand. She asked to watch TV. "You have been ugly and I have to get Bug to sleep, so no. You may go to your room and play. But no TV!" Melt.down.

She took that tea and threw it. It just so happened to land on both Guitar Hero guitars and all of the wires connected to the TV, PS3, etc.

She went to her room... with a red bottom... for timeout... for a long time.

She was allowed to come back to the living room a little while later.

She asked to watch Dora. No, I said. Melt.down.

She ran, got my sunglasses, opened them, took both arms and pulled as hard as she could. Thank goodness Costa makes good glasses. They withstood my psycho preschooler.

I will not continue with the rest of the day. Let's just say that it did not get any better... AND... she was up until 2:30am last night.

Fun times.

And you wonder why I take Xanax on occasion. May you never have to ask again.


Anonymous said...

Sorry but there were several times I had to LOL. Seriously though, you are so NOT alone. I'm just glad I'm not going through it by myself. Some of these parents put off how great their children are on FB and it drives me nuts. Wake Up-- You are not perfect and neither are your children. People just try to conceal the bad moments and always emphasize the sweet ones which are few and far between. That's what I love about you, Hails. You keep it real. If my MIL didn't read my blog, you'd find more of these stories on there. But she thinks my children are perfect even when they act up so if she heard my version, she'd probably hate me. I hope today is better. Its gotta be right? You are at the beach! Keep taking those deep breaths (and xanax)-- this too shall pass! :)

Michelle @ Flying Giggles said...

I too blame it on the full moon. Things have been the same way around here. I remember when I was a preschool teacher, we always knew when it was a full moon just because of how the dynamics in the classroom would suddenly change.

Hang in there!

Jamie said...

Oh I am not ready for that but I do have a 14 month old who pinches me, slaps me in the face and yells NO! All the time. I'm sure she's gonna be so sweet when she's four haha!

Kari said...


and, Charlotte feels Caroline's {red}