Diva a L’Orange
Some days I really, really understand why some species eat their young; it must be because their young are just a jumbled mass of prepubescent hormones, ready to go off at the slightest provocation. Or none at all, as the case may be.
Diva Girl is living up to her name today. Nothing pleases her. Everything is wrong, or unacceptable, or unfair. The world, it is out to get her, and it is all my fault. Because I just don’t want her to be happy.
The evidence?
I gave her the wrong socks to wear this morning.
I didn’t send her a lunch. Because it was pizza day. And she was getting pizza.
I bought a cool magnetic family calendar and hung it in the hallway instead of in her room.
I won’t buy her a new Webkinz (she has 10).
I bought her friend a Webkinz for her birthday party. Which was actually ok. But I bought the Googles, which apparently wasn’t. Even though last time I bought a Webkinz for a gift she got mad because I didn’t buy the Googles.
There were other offenses as well, up to and including being responsible for global warming, the Hollywood writers strike, and the plight of baby harp seals in the arctic, I’m sure. I don’t quite know. Somewhere around the Webkinz tirade I stopped listening. Partly due to the fact that her voice had ceased to be comprehensible to the human ear, but mostly because if I listened to much more, I might have slathered her with apple butter and served her for dinner instead of the lovely pork tenderloin she refused to eat.
Sometimes, bedtime can’t come soon enough. Of course, those are inevitably the times when you realize that daylight savings time has just ended and you’ve got another hour of this crap to deal with. And then you start fantasizing about dipping her in chocolate and serving her for dessert.
Comment by amy
OMFG BTDT and bought the t-shirt (and burned it afterwards in a solemn cleansing ritual… that didn’t work)… hang in there!!
Posted on November 7, 2007 at 9:21 pm
Comment by Leslie
I wish I could sell my 2 year old to gypsies right now. He doesn’t feel like he (or mama or daddy) should sleep tonight. And he’s slept all night and gone to bed well since he was 6 months old
Posted on November 7, 2007 at 10:38 pm
Comment by Kate
hehehe, terrible tweendom, all I can say is if ya can’t beat them join them. have a tantrum of your own, get it all out there and then see where you stand!
and if that doesn’t work then here’s a hug
Posted on November 7, 2007 at 10:47 pm
Comment by dixie
Isn’t it weird how some days can last forever but years go by so fast.
Posted on November 7, 2007 at 11:55 pm
Comment by Lady M
Dipped in chocolate, mmmm. Oh shoot, I missed the point. Easily distracted these days.
Hang in there.
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 1:58 am
Comment by jenny
Dumpling likes to ask me a question so he can argue with the answer, he already has the discussion planned out and I’m wrong! I have to tell him some days its ok to be angry or upset but not at me!
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 5:37 am
Comment by thordora
I shudder to think what Viv will be like at that age.
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 9:51 am
Comment by Stacey
I think its in the air, my soon to be 7 year old (next Wed Yay!) has been an arguing emotional fool this past week! UUGGH Luckily I use DST to put her to bed at 8 because her body thinks its 9, sadly I know she’ll catch on next week.
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 12:37 pm
Comment by SweetyPi
oh wow, can I trade you? YOu can have the boy and I’ll deal with diva… she seems mild compared to the melodramatics around here lately. But unfortunately, it’s a combo between the kids dad and the boy…. can you take two for one?
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 4:39 pm
Comment by kittenpie
Heh heh. Um, yeah, mine’s only three, and I have become familiar with the phrase, “I’m ot listening any more.” It usually stops her cold after one or two more “MO-O-O-O-O-O-O-OM!” shouts.
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 4:52 pm
Comment by Heather C.
See now I like my sweet young thing with a bit of salt, no sugar on my ‘tween. Girls can be just rotten. When it works, it works something fierce. But when it sucks? Lordy, get out the tequila to bathe your woes. Good luck and hang in there!
Posted on November 8, 2007 at 7:11 pm
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