Asked for a break
a bit dizzy, had to sit
Ironflower MAD
It is the most gorgeous day of 2008 thus far, and after story time I took the kids to the playground. We had walked, so by the time we got to the park I was a little tired. On the way there, I had called Hubby and convinced him to bring us lunch so that we could have a family picnic. Upon arrival, the kiddos headed for the swings. Soon Lovebug wanted to get down and run around, but not Ironflower.
I soon realized that with the actual heat, the pushing the stroller full of library books and my basic nausea that I needed to sit down. I told Ironflower that I was dizzy and needed to sit on the bench for a few minutes, so she would have to get out of the swing. Her response was to scream.
She screamed and wailed as I took her out of the swing. She kicked and stomped while I walked to the bench. She followed me, telling me how awful I was. She knocked over the stroller. I put her on the bench next to me for a time out. She continued to scream and wail. She tried to get out of her time out.
When Hubby showed up, instead of having a family picnic, we left. Ironflower screamed the entire way home and for a good half an hour in her room. I was so angry. I couldn’t stand this little brat who had ruined our family’s day. And where the hell was my daughter?
When we talked to her about it later, all she would say was that she was mad at me for not playing with her. What have I done wrong?














11 responses so far ↓
Becky // April 18, 2008 at 5:26 pm
Oh how I hate it when they do that.
She sounds just like a younger Ben. He still gets stuck in his room for awhile when he can’t get over himself.
*sighs*
It gets better, I promise.
Karly // April 18, 2008 at 5:29 pm
What did you do wrong? You gave birth.
Kids are evil, plain and simple. I hear that they stop being brats when they get older, but I’m not sure I believe that.
anne // April 18, 2008 at 7:48 pm
The Baby just started having tantrums last week. He will just scream when you take the phone/remote/rock/whatever he’s trying to play with (and shouldn’t) or ingest. Yesterday, I was actually practically crying during dinner wondering what I did wrong and why everyone else’s baby’s seemed so gentle and pleasant. Glad I’m not the only one. Sorry about your picnic. That is disappointing, especially since it’s just getting nice AND your husband came.
Kathryn // April 18, 2008 at 8:45 pm
Oh the little stinker! I’m glad you left without having the picnic. That’ll show her!
Poor you having to deal with your nausea and a screaming kid. Why the hell can’t women drink when they are pregnant? It just isn’t fair!!!
anglophilefootballfanatic // April 18, 2008 at 9:20 pm
Well, mom, you know what you did wrong! You didn’t let her run the show. Good job. And, the right reaction.
kendra // April 19, 2008 at 7:08 am
Hope that you got to feeling better. We aked ourselves the same question when we had to discipline our pre-teen for teen things that she had done. Where is our daughter?
kendra // April 19, 2008 at 7:10 am
Whoops, I had to fix my website address. Sorry, if you clicked my name it took you to some Bible site and not my blog.
Jen // April 19, 2008 at 3:38 pm
You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m convinced that all kids are monsters once in a while. It sounds to me like you handled the situation exactly the right way.
matteroffactmommy // April 21, 2008 at 1:43 pm
shit, you mean when my son does this it means that *I* did something wrong?!
you didn’t do anything wrong and you handled the situation in the best way possible.
Jess // April 22, 2008 at 12:29 pm
I think the question is here is “What did I do right?” to have a child that is secure enough to throw a tantrum, know she has a Mom who sets boundaries and limits, and knows she doesn’t get rewarded for it.
No wrong, Mama. Give yourself some major Mommy points. Not that we’re supposed to keep track or anything.
Jess // April 22, 2008 at 12:30 pm
Sorry, nursing at keyboard and apparently excelling at redundancy. Take out one is on the first sentence. There. I feel better.
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