I have to write this today, because Thursday will be here soon, and I’ll have to write a nice, sweet birthday post, right? Right?!?!
Today, #2 got ticked off. Why, no idea? But, when she gets ticked off, she misbehaves. Today, it was unbuckling her car seat. Not even the one on her chest, but the one at the bottom (the one that’s impossible to unbuckle). I pulled over, and tried to scare the crap out of her about doing it again.
That didn’t work.
She did it again. That little turd looked in the front smugly, and unbuckled it again.
I pulled over again. In a neighborhood where I’m certain if anybody was listening, heard an absolute crazy person. I didn’t know what else to do. She thought it was funny!
Click. That little $hit! A third time? Are you kidding me?
About this time, we are passing by a fire department. So, I found a place to do a illegal u-turn (yep, not sure what else to do, she was unbuckled and not listening to me at all). I wanted to cry. I was embarrassed and feeling quite like a failure that my daughter was completely intentionally disobeying me.
I parked at the fire department. Got out of the car and walked into the garage. That poor guy probably didn’t know what was coming.
“Can you please come and talk to my daughter about how important it is for her to keep her seat buckled? She’s not listening to me and I’m not sure what else to do!”
And, he did. And, she listened and said “yes sir” and “thank you!”
But, the ultimate test? Will she leave it buckled from here going forward or are we going to have to do something else even more drastic?
She knew she was in trouble when we got home. She had some time in her room to think about it (and of course, destroyed it). Then, she colored on the school desk and did several other things just to make it clear that she was going to need a do-over for the day.
Then, before bed, her sister and she played nicely together and all was right with the world, of course until the actual bedtime.
As we were headed upstairs and she was crying about losing her book and song privileges for the evening, I reminded her “tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow you get to try again!”
(And, today, I’m reminded that three is in fact hairier than the terrible twos…but I’m thankful tomorrow is a new day)!
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