Have you ever had a day at work where things started well but suddenly went downhill fast? A day where you wanted to go home early or just couldn’t wait to escape? We all have those days, right? As a stay-at-home mom, when I have that type of day, I can’t leave early or escape. All I can do is wait for my husband to come home, and hope he had a good day so I can get a break.
A couple of days ago, I had one of the worst days with my girls. Well, one of the worst days with my 3-year-old, Ginny. When I was off doing something in another room, she decided to take crayons and color the carpet in her room and in our living room. When I came out to see what she had done, I was horrified and angry.
There was no time to sit her in time out because we needed to go to her school for registration/fee day. I lectured her as I gave her shoes to wear. I told her how disappointed with her I was and how angry she made me from her actions as I changed her sister’s diaper. And, as we drove away, I fumed.
Do you ever feel like you are talking to a wall? Yeah, that is what it felt like talking to my 3-year-old. She heard me. I know it because I asked her what she did wrong, but I got the sense that she didn’t care that I was upset. That it meant little to her because she did what she wanted and had fun doing it. There are times that I think 3-year-old children are mini-sociopaths. They have very little empathy or understanding that what they do is wrong.
When we got back from our errand...
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