I’m having a tough time finding something to complain about concerning my kids. They act … Yes, I must say it, pretty normal. This last week and a half has been a charm. No tantrums, they listen after the 4th time asking, me not frantically having to look up if certain behavior is normal for kids their age and they act generally well behaved.
Almost like they aren’t raised by a pack of wolves. Which they aren’t although they drive me rabid on occasions.
My youngest had a challenging time finding or listening to reason when she didn’t get something she wanted. That is one stubborn kid (and unfortunately, she has it from her mother). My oldest is more reasonable, listened why not and try to bargain and sometimes she got her way. That’s smart. But with the youngest, I put my foot to the ground because “she isn’t going to get it this way!” And you can’t give her a finger or she’ll take you, your mother/father and their pet dog.
And yesterday after a bedtime story I talked to both a bit, kissed them goodnight. My oldest daughter complimenting me on my looks (I love you mom, you have beautiful eyes, you have nice dresses and you look good naked (!)(?)) Ok weirdo. I love you too my beautiful daughter. Then I went in to the youngest her room. She always pulls me in a few times, after I gave 20 hugs and kisses and closed the door. I don’t want to give in but she cries and won’t stop and then her sister can’t fall asleep and so on and so on. So, I was able talk to her and she understood and I just got to leave! Can you believe it?
That night I hear a cry coming from her bedroom. A cry in pure horror. Arrived bewildered. The problem? There was a spider in her room. And ok, it sat 1 m from her. But at that moment, I think I looked more frightening than that little spider but I removed it and had to lay down with her because she was too traumatized. Geez, it was only a daddy long legs. But ok. I kept guard. Needless to say, I couldn’t sleep in that small bed with a sweaty kid beside me.
This morning my oldest sees me “mom why are your eyes closed and you have bleu cheeks under them!” blue cheeks are bags, blue bags. So, I guess my eyes aren’t my best feature today.