Are we moving from the “terrible twos” to the “horrible threes”? I think so. Eliz has begun to act in a way that is out of character for her. Doing things just to get attention (I believe)…or disobeying me flat out.
While playing with markers (while I was doing chores), Elizabeth decided to color…herself. Thick black markers streaked her face and arms. We got cleaned up, reprimanded, and told not to do it again. She is only to color in her coloring books (a mantra of mine for years).
Five minutes later it looked like someone hacked her with a machete. Thick red stains covered her arms and legs. So much for planning a short hike…off to the bath we went, which quickly turned pink.
I had already hit my Wall of Fatigue earlier in the day after our trip home to Philly, then moving our business all week long. So, the tears of exhaustion came as I sat next to her in the bath. I was looking forward to a little time in nature, not stuck in my house on a beautiful day. And my loving little girl reappeared. “Mommy, you tired? Your bed is right there and it is so comfortable. I like your pillows too.” More tears…and a hug and a kiss from my little (terror) love.
But she lost rights to her markers for a week. Not sure if a two-year old really understands that (yet). No amount of kisses will give them back to her.
Later that day she lost privileges to the TV due to excessive whining about wanting to watch TV. And something foreboding is telling me this is about to happen more often.
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