March 12, 2010

• Hardships and Video: Toe Inspection Time….AGAIN!

  You know last week was hell for me. Zoe was sick and all but it wasn’t because she was sick that was so hard for me. It was like every little thing that didn’t go her way she’d have a meltdown to express how displeased she is with the situation. Like for example, she has this purse that looks like Hello Kitty’s head. She knows how to open zippers but this one morning she just didn’t really try and the second she couldn’t open it…”WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I can’t do it, I can’t do it!!!!! Wahhhhhhhhhhh!” and then she’d lie down on the floor, face first, and bury her face in her arms as she sobbed away. All she had to do was ask.
  
  Last thursday I asked her to clean up her food toys.
  She said “no.”
  I said “then pick it up.”
  She said “no.”
  I said “then time out.”
  She said “no time out.”
  I said “then pick it up.”
  She said “no.”
  I said “that’s it you’re going to time out.”
  
  I put her in her time out and she bawled the entire time. I said “you wanna help pick up the toys then?” She said “you do it.” I said “FINE THEN STAY IN TIME OUT!” She kept crying. When her time out was up I lectured her about why I put her in time out and she was still hyperventilating. I said “ok now help me pick up the toys” and i put a plastic strawberry in her hand so she can put it in the basket. Girl chucked it on the floor on purpose. I said say you’re sorry. She refused. I gave her another chance. She refused. I put her ass in another time out and she lost it. After it was up I was telling her why I put her in another time out. Girl had stuff coming out of ever orifice on her face. I mean the boogies were bad cause she also had a cold. I cleaned her up while she still hyperventilated. I just looked at her and thought maybe I was being too hard again. So I said “do you want a hug?” She hyperventilated an answer back, “yUHes.” I gave her a big hug and she buried her face into my shoulder to cry some more. I was caressing her back and I said “Zoe, mommy’s sorry if she’s too hard on you.” I heard her litter voice hyperventilate back “iUHm sorry uUHmma.” Like if something does not go her way or goes smoothly it’s like the end of the world and she’s like sooooo devastated. I guess this is what you get when you ask for a girl. Man…disciplining a 2 year old is hard. I think her terrible 2′s have started and I think ISH GONNA BE A RONG EAR!
  
  This week was not as bad. She’s huge on helping me. When we go shopping she likes pushing the cart and dumping stuff in and then putting stuff on the conveyor belt when it’s time to pay. Sometimes when she’s not pushing she’ll lead the way and run in front of the cart and turn around and say “C’mon, follow me umma!” as if she knew what aisle the eggs were at. When I do laundry she likes putting clothes in the machine and pushing the button for me. When I bring groceries home she likes putting all the plastic bags into the drawer. She’s such a mommy’s helper. And the whole time she’s helping me with anything she keeps yelling out “I’m helping mommy!”
  
  

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