Island Life is good. No complaints right now. Husband is home for now. The three of us just enjoy a nice meatloaf together. Our dd does not like the "traditional" turkey dinner.
Speaking of E. She can write her full first name. She can read words like Oktoberfest and Mango. Daddy is teaching her phonics. Something of which I was never taught in school.
She is enjoying pre-K. We did have a problem with bullying earlier this month. We had to have one of her classmates removed from her class. The boy kept hitting her in the face for no reason. Three times in one month was overboard considering only one report was filed by the school. Total neglect on their part. We went to her school and by the second visit we climb their chain of command and had him removed from her environment. The very first incident our daughter neglected to tell us about who hit her until the second occurrence. Mind you I was livid that the school only saw one of these. Three adults for 10 students? Come on now. What were they hiding?
Mother-in-law is coming for Christmas followed shortly thereafter by her friend for a long visit. I'm looking forward to this visit. I just hope that my husband can stand his month and that I don't have to stick my nose in again like I did last year. Sure any parent that visits can drive their adult children nuts after a while but I hate being the bad guy. He really needs to stand up for himself. One of my friends caught him last year and he admitted to her that he was making me the bad guy in the situation with his mother. I really hate. I'm already sure she sees me as pushy enough but ugh really just tell her that you need a line and like duh I'm sure she is waiting to hear that her little boy has grown up! What the heck is he afraid of?
My uncle is in the hospital with a broken hip. Poor guy fell and broke it while trying to fill gas tanks of his snow blower and lawn mower before the snow hit. Hopefully he'll be back home again soon. Maybe before Christmas.
I guess I'll close this post for now. I'm laundry load number two of six. It might be a holiday but the laundry doesn't know that. It still needs to be done. Sending Warm Thoughts and Rainbows from Oahu.
Okay so some of what I tried on my daughter last month worked and some of it didn't.
Taking away television did work.
Time out on toys did work.
Smacking her butt when she hit me did work.
But she is continuing with her bad behavior when over tired.
She is still having troubles sleeping. The melatonin did not work.
When over tired she acts out so bad that I have to put her into the approved hold where her back is to my belly and wrap my arms and legs around her. She head buts me. I took a head butt to the chin yesterday. That hurt.
While trying to get her into pull ups for a naps she kicked me in the throat. She was angry. I had given her the option of wearing her pull ups for the nap or rubber pants over cotton training pants. She wanted regular cotton panties. I told her that wasn't an option. She got violent. She had a bar bottom and I didn't want her wetting the bed. No nap. She stayed up. I had several hours before I got my voice back fully from the kick to my throat.
Last night I again tried the new tactic and this morning. She is slowly getting the idea that she will be given only 2 options. Like this morning for breakfast. I gave her the options of waffles or cheerios. She said she wanted french toast. I said no that it wasn't an option. She got upset. I then told her she would have no breakfast if she didn't pick one of the two options.
I'm trying to be fair with her since she is so strong willed. I really don't want to spank my child. But I don't like being her punching bag either. The smack I do occasionally give her is not bad. It hurts her pride more than anything.
I told my mother about the kick to the throat I got and my mother said it is time to bring out the belt. I had her on speaker. My daughter didn't like hearing that while I was cooking her bacon and eggs that she had requested for dinner. Mind you I can't eat bacon or eggs. I'm trying the best that I can dear readers.
At wit's end I called in a life line. My friend arrived. She helped me control my toddler tyrant. This time I'd had it with E. After a week straight bout of her temper tantrums I just couldn't take a moment more.
So I cracked. Yes. My friend brought over a bottle of wine and I cracked it open. We tuned in the set to a channel E would detest and chatted it up over not one but two bottles of wine while discussing hair coloring and styles.
E still fought her bed time. She fought the ritual of brushing and flossing. She fought with door slamming, fake tears, screams and throwing things. We won out. She eventually did what she should and went to bed.
So the second month of the deployment hits the mid mark. DH left me with his spoiled rotten princess to deal with. The baby I once longed for, the child I would have died for, the one I thought about giving up for adopting at least once this past week when she drove me nuts.
I couldn't take one more kick to my chest, one more head butt to the face, one more bitting, or punch from her.
So the smacks to her butt didn't work.
The smack to her mouth didn't work when she bit me.
The soap in her mouth worked when she said, "Fuck you" to me when I said I wasn't going to get down on my knees to help with her puzzle after my knee popped out of socket. I haven't heard a dirty word from her mouth since. I say Farge not Fuck.
She is highly materialistic like her daddy. So taking away toys after the count down worked. If she behaves she gets a toy back. However, her room is quite bare right now. She has managed to earn two of her toys back. She didn't lose the toys from the closet.
My child has way too much stuff. She is spoiled rotten. I refuse to raise a brat. She is going to learn and learn now to not be an entitled, selfish person. If this means I have to take things away from her, smack her butt, her mouth if needed (it is never a hard smack so don't even try to say I'm abusing her), and soap for her filthy mouth she is going to get it. It worked on the children of my generation and we were the last generation to actually appreciate what we had.
We Americans have been coddling our children way too much. If we continue to spoil them they won't want to work in those dirty jobs that actually pay well. They won't give our generation respect like we gave our parents. They won't do anything but continue to be a burden on society with their continued demands. I'm going to raise a proper young lady not a brat!