My Scout has morphed into a gremlin. She scratched her cousins face yesterday so bad he needed stitches. Ok. That was a blatant lie. It was bad though. I am in complete shock by her behavior as of late. She acts like a 15 year old trapped in a 2 year old's body. She has a quick temper and a short fuse.
Last night was one of my most trying nights in months. For some reason she woke up at 3am. Bam. Crawling in our bed telling me she is hungry and wants Yo Gabba Gabba!. I try and shush her, hold her and rock back and forth in bed. Not working. She starts throwing a fit from the depths of hell. Screaming, slobbering, hitting Nick and I. What the fuck. You just came and woke us up out of a beautiful slumber and now I'm the one getting hit?! Sooo rude!!! I ended up getting up with her and giving her a little milk and decided to lay with her in her own bed so hubby could get some sleep.
We are laying there she is drinking her milk and I'm thinking, "Aaahhh, finalllly" I mean this is 4:30am by now. She hands me the cup, says "All done momma" and I toss the cup on the floor, because frankly by this time I could care less if a god damned ketchup bottle exploded every where, as long as she was falling asleep. NOT A CHANCE.
She immediately starts bawling again. I am doing my best to comfort her. Singing to her. Telling her stories. Anything. She just continues to tell me "Uh-Uh Mom-MA". "Lop" which is stop. Fucking lop, lop, lop to anything and everything I'm doing. If you know me I am a pretty patient person, it really takes a lot for me to blow. Last night to keep the thoughts of grabbing the duct tape and tapping my poor child down and maybe, just maybe a little piece over her mouth too, I smothered my head in my pillow, took so many deep breaths I got dizzy and repeated the serenity prayer.
By 7am she was finally back asleep and I was curled up in a ball at the end of her bed not wanting to move so I didn't wake the sleeping beauty. Oh. My. God. Seriously can anyone tell me what the hell just happened. I am delirious.
By 9:30am she was waking me up with her sweet smile saying "Hi momma!" over and over. If I could only punt that cute little thing across the room without hurting her I so would.
So on 4 hours of broken sleep I've lasted through this day. Her sassy attitude continued and many of time outs happened. I am not used to this from my sweet baby, she is supposed to filled with sugar and spice and everything nice, right?!?!
God grant me the serenity.....
1 comment:
agh! okaaaayy, maybe no kids for me. i get pissed when frankie moves around too much in the morning, i don't know what i'd do with a kid. actually, i do. i probably would tape her up.
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