This is the only entry I had planned on doing, but the Peterson thing hit a nerve, so now to lighten my spirits.... and maybe yours.... here's the rest of the story.
My daughter has the ears of a bat, the nose of hound dog, and the eyes of an eagle and yesterday she worked her voodoo on us all... First, she woke up way too early (I'm still thinking she was sleep-walking) and loud and grouchy (the other signs she's not awake, her eyes are just open). When she wakes up like this, its best just slap in a movie and let her zone until she really wakes up. Hand her a drink and some mini-wheats in a bowl and let her be!
No, didn't happen.
She threw so many tantrums before 10 am, I'd had enough.... to bed her grinchyness went. Yeah, right. It took 2 hours and me laying on her floor to get her to sleep. Sheeesh, what's her deal?! Pre-pre-menstrual syndrome it seems.
She loves being in her bedroom and normally falls asleep within 30 minutes. So, finally she goes to sleep and sleeps for 2 1/2 hours, longer than normal. She woke up in the same mood, too. ::::Joy, joy::::
Now, I had to go to the store and get some running done and had planned to take her with me. No way! Not in that mood, I'd be arrested for some type of abuse for telling her no for sure....she'd scream like she was getting beat up or something in this mood. She stayed here with Dad.
Big mistake! Huge! Gigantic! (for those of you on your toes, you'll know where I stole that quote from!) From Dad's story, she tried to strangle both cats (she hugs them by grabbing around their necks...trying to break her of it, but Kitty is scratching her up..so thinking she'll get it and leave them alone), broke three people from the Christmas Village, got into everything, etc, etc....
She got to sit in timeout too many times to count now. I was over being nice. She was warned three times (one more than I normally allow) then she got spanked. Yes, I spank her when she's being an obstinate little turd. It doesn't happen very often, but I'm telling you she needed it. So, I spanked her, three smacks on the naked butt. You know, the blush of pink type smacks, not the bright red type--saving those for later, I'm sure (she is MY kid, so I know what's in store for me)
I did it. She cried. I pulled her pants back up and told her why I did it and I'd do it again if she didn't settle down. She was moving while I was pulling her pants up, so I didn't get them up in the back very well. She walked by the full length mirror and saw her butt crack.
What a reason to break out in song!
Sure enough she rang out her version of
"My name is Paris, you see my butt crack!"
(Sung to the tune of Eddie Murphy's "I got some ice cream and you don't have none" skit.)
Yes, I am a bad mom for starting this song, but it wasn't intended for my daughter at all. She must have overheard me say it (I use it in reference to those low hip ridin' jeans that expose the type, brand, and size of the thong worn underneath them or a butt crack, like Paris Hilton).
It definitely made up for some of her actions for the day, though ;)
Have a good night....