Last night was the 1st night in the last 5 that Samantha has slept all the way through the night. I, on the other hand, laid awake most of the night with random songs running though my head worried she would wake up and I would not hear her. Matt is in the mode of "let her cry it out" (which I have to admit usually works) but I still want to at least check in on her to make sure there's not some random bodily fluid everywhere, or a huge monster trying to devour her from under the bed. I know, unrealistic, but I'm a mother. I plan for EVERYTHING!
This morning Sam woke up and got mad because the dog didn't feel like playing with her. Then freaked out when I went to comb her hair. She started to head down the hall, no doubt to trash her room, and I jumped in to distract her. I got her dressed and asked what she wanted for breakfast. Usually I hear "cheese, bread, or pop tart." This morning though the answer was clear...."One cookie?" I informed her that was not an option, and BOOM! The fit began. After only about 45 minutes of good sleep and not yet a cup of coffee, I caved. (Collective sigh and head shake, everyone.) I know, I know. I just was not in the mood, and she knew it. I needed to get her out the door and off to EI. So my, got it all together, mother of the year, award sat tarnished as my kid ate a Girl Scout provided Do-Si-Do for breakfast. Still got that number to C.P.S.? LOL!
No child ever was harmed by eating a cookie or ice cream for breakfast. It is just a tiny grain of sand in the beach of life so it really is no big deal and nothing to beat yourself up over. As moms, we all cave from time to time and we are not bad moms for it and our childrean are not heathens for it.
ReplyDeleteI had to respond one more time to this blog. Just yesterday, Josh was throwing a ridiculous tantrum that would not end. Instead of dealing with it in what I would usually consider an appropriate way, I went ahead and grabbed a small packet of jelly beans and got his attention to come over to me. Well, low and behold, the tantrum stopped as my little guy devoured the 10 little jelly beans. It definitely is probable not the best way to handle it but I tell you, desperate times call for desperate measures!
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