Why is it, that just when you think things are going smoothly disaster strikes. I thought we had finally gotten a handle on Bee's rude and sassy behavior, only to have her throw such a huge tantrum at nap time that I watched my hopes crash and burn.
To say that Bee was strong-willed would be the understatement of the year. I personally blame it on my Mom. That's right I said it, I blame my Mom. Now you might ask why that is. Well, I will tell you why I blame her. She cursed me with the Mother's curse. I'm sure you have all heard it before, "Some day you will have a child, and I hope they are just like you." The truth of the matter is Bee's personality is very much like my own. I keep telling Mr.Daddy this is a good thing, as long as we can train her up in the way she should go.
A child who is strong-willed will not follow the pack, but instead is more likely leading a pack against the flow. As a teenager I personally didn't care what anyone else thought, I did what I wanted to. Thank the Lord my Mom raise me right, because of it I stayed out of trouble. The trouble we are running into is training Bee up in the way she should go. I have to tell you there is nothing like a strong-willed preschooler to make you feel like a complete failure as a parent.
I have recently made an attempt to be more organized then usual with everything. I, with the help of Mr. Daddy, created a family schedule for the week. Daily chores, homeschooling lesson plans, as well as an break down of every day's activities are included. I did this in hopes of making the transition from one work schedule to another, for Mr. Daddy, easier for everyone. Last week ran very smooth and her sassy mouth seemed tamed.
Today, however, it seems she was going to test me. I let her watch about 30 minutes of TV, which was not on the schedule, after lunch and before nap time. I gave her a 5 minute warning that she would be going to the bathroom and then going to her bed for nap time. When the 5 minutes were up, I asked her to please go to the bathroom and make sure to wash her face and hands. She says ok, but with a slightly whiny voice. I have learned to pick my battles with her, so I ignore it. When she comes out of the bathroom I tell her it's nap time, and she goes into meltdown mode.
She's screaming she doesn't want to go to bed and throws herself on the floor. I know she does this because I have very little patience when it comes to fits. I calmly pick her up and carry her to her room. I tell her it's nap time and she can decide if it will take a long time or not. She knows if she is good, we cut nap time short. She tells me no, she's not going to listen to me. I tell her roll over and go to sleep as calmly as I can. I turn around and leave the room before I start yelling. I close the door behind me and then listen to her scream and throw a fit for 10 minutes. I hear her kick the wall, and I have had enough. I go in, swat her on the rear, and tell her we do not kick walls, that this was nap time and she needed to go to sleep before she started getting toys taken away from her.(Yes, I know there are people out there who do not belive in spanking a child. Mr. Daddy and I do believe that a spanking is acceptable when necessary.)
At this time my phone starts ringing, it's Mr. Daddy, checking on us at break time. I have to tell him about the day I'm having. I am sure he is thrilled to hear it. It never fails he always manages to call when she is throwing a fit or being bad. I feel bad that he has to hear this while he's at work, but I have to vent to some adult and he's the only one I talk to daily.
After nap time she comes out of her room acting like nothing happened. I get to be the mean one and tell her she will be playing in her room for the rest of the day, and there will be no more TV today. She usually is allowed 30 minutes in the morning and about an hour in the evening for TV time. She starts whining about wanting to see a movie, and I calmly explain that she made bad choices at nap time and TV is not an option today and if she continues to throw a fit there will be no TV time tomorrow morning either.
Needless to say, she stayed in her room and played the rest of the day. I, however, continue to feel like a bad Mom. I hate the way she can make me so upset, so seemingly easy. I know I am not a super patient person, but I know better then to pray for patients. I just want to feel like a good Mom.