I think I'm guilty of misleading my readers of late. Well, maybe not misleading, but I know I've made light of a very difficult situation. BabyGirl's unwillingness to get dressed has become a life altering factor at our house. I'm beginning to feel trapped. We are practically held hostage by a moody, smart mouthed, strong willed 6 year old. It is not good. I cannot truly describe how bad the past week has been & how much stress it has heaped on my already slouching shoulders.
Friday night I took the boys to J's to play so I could clean the bathrooms & mop the kitchen floor. BabyGirl was supposed to go as well, but when she refused to dress, I said forget it. I drug her out to the van in her night shirt to take the boys to Uncle E's & wouldn't let her go in. I brought her & Bitsy home, sent a squalling BabyGirl to her room, stuck Bitsy in her swing in front of a Baby Einstein's DVD & cleaned. J is BabyGirl's favorite person in the world. She love to go to his house. She was miserable, but I thought keeping her home would change her views on obedience. Nope.
Yesterday I gave up. I know this goes against every parenting rule in the book, but I just didn't have the strength to fight. I pretty much ignored her all day (and still am to be totally honest). I spent most of the day on the couch near tears. When I went to check on the boys I discovered B.B. had slid his toddler bed across the room, pushed #1 Son's mattress onto the floor, stripped the bedding off it, dumped the toy boxes, emptied the shelves, and generally destroyed the room. Livid does not begin to describe how I felt.
By the end of the day I'd turned into a bitter, hateful, cantankerous individual. Everything everyone did made me angry. EVERYTHING. The kids were playing & got loud & I got angry. Husband said, "They're kids. They're going to make noise." I said yes, but in a minute someone would come in the room crying because they'd been hurt. I don't think it was a full minute before just that happened.
It was bad. I finally got dressed, dressed Bitsy, and left for Busha & Bucka's. I called & told Busha I was coming because, "I've got to get away from here. These people are making me crazy!" I spent about 2 1/2 peaceful hours chatting with my grandmother with only Bitsy to pay attention to. Busha made me a burger. She held Bitsy so I could eat while the food was still hot. We laughed. I told her about my frustrations. She could completely relate. We had a good evening.
When I got home I was glad to see my kids. I was glad to see Husband. I sat on the floor & played with them. I read more bedtime stories than I've read in months. I felt like a mother again & not just a zookeeper.
But best of all, while I was gone, Husband cleaned the house. He picked up the mess in the living room, he put the kids' rooms back to rights (including the massive disaster the boys' room had become), he took out the old microwave, he made the kids' dinner (and let them help cook), he vacuumed the entire house. Husband is not exactly a domestic kind of guy, so this was a very big deal to me.
And to top it all off, this morning I found out I won the Honesty Contest for best picture all thanks to Donald Duck. Yeah me!