Today started out so well. She woke up happy, we were on time, things were getting done, good times. We had a play date with friends, she played well, had good manners, shared toys. Then came time to go home. She didn't want to leave. She started making hitting and kicking motions towards me, then she made contact. Straight to time out. Then the screaming started. The "I am so mad right now and I am going to make everyone within a mile radius know exactly how mad I am" scream. We tried to get her to leave the house, no go, she had worked herself into quite a state. The host, her daughter and myself all walked out the front door hoping she would follow. Nope. Had to carry my child football hold while she was kicking and screaming. Awesome. The real fun started once we got in the car and my precious child began scratching, pinching and slapping me. Where did she learn those behaviours? Where did my little girl go and who was this little fighter?
Not better when we got home and she went after Dave's shins. Yes, she was tired, and no, she didn't want to leave the play date, but really? It was awful. She woke from nap and came in full of cuddles and apologized to me. I don't not like her anymore, but man, hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when your child is pummeling you.
I really hope this isn't a preview of what's to come. Maybe life will be a bit more calm once we move and there is a tad more stability for her. Ugh. Today was not a good day.
I hate those kind of days (or hours). I know what you mean that you can love someone unconditional, but really not like how they are acting. Amy is a feisty one and I have had to carry her kicking a screaming several times. I hope this will be a rare occurrence for you.
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