It hasn’t been great this week. It’s one of those tales that if I’d read on say “Hurrah for gin” I’d chuckle and think, thank goodness it’s not me.
I can’t pinpoint all of it but it has consisted of:
TT has drawn on the walls almost every day this week. Yesterday, I took #1 Son downstairs to J for her to take him to school. Daddy upstairs on the sofa with TT.
I come back up. SHE HAS DRAWN ON THE WALL. Daddy didn’t see her do it. He was sat in the room! This made me feel so much better as I’ve been feeling like I’ve been going blind or mad not seeing it.
¿¿¿Porque no los dos???
So, used over half a tub of wipes scrubbing that off.
Then, we had to pick #1 son up from school because our lovely J had an appointment. Ten minutes before we were due to leave, I actually caught her mid-scribble on the same bit of wall.
Incandescent did not cover it. I shouted, raged and made her watch me throw the crayon in the bin.
I then cleared away all of the remaining crayons I could find. Or so I thought…
You know what’s coming right?
This morning I caught her standing up in her bed, with a piece of crayon – and she had drawn all over the two walls.
This time rage didn’t cover it. I have made her stand there watching me whilst I snapped and binned an entire pack of the bloody crayons.
Expensive? Probably (but Santa got some good Amazon deals) Cathartic? Most definitely. Done any actual measurable good? Meh, who knows?
I’ve told the hus-creature that he needs to get something more heavy duty than what I’ve been using. My hands are shot, my nails this close to wrecked, and I’ve used over an entire tub of wipes.
She just came into the room and asked for kee-ons (crayons)
I had gotten all the new Christmas stuff packed away and sorted on Monday. Their rooms were amazing.
By the end of the day? Oh gods.
Then on Wednesday the following:
#1 Son had a half day. When he came home, he was sporting more marker pen on his face. About two hours after he came home, I noticed his palms were blue. I asked why. I got a shrug.
I later caught him trying to turn the sofa into its bed form. I sent him to his room for that one. He knows to leave that alone for safety. After a couple of minutes, I went in to check on him. To be greeted with:
That would be a refill from a Crayola Marker Maker set.
Again, incandescent with fury. Not because it happened – I can accept it happened. But because he had had at least two opportunities to tell me about it and he didn’t.
There’s only so much I will let him get away with – this is not one of those things.
Thankfully, Crayola do not lie when they say “washable”. Ten minutes scrubbing with floor wipes and it is gone. Thank god for wooden flooring.
It can bugger off back to Hades now thank you very much. As previously mentioned, I had to go pick up #1 Son from school yesterday. That’s fine think I, the sidewalks have been shovelled, it’s warming up a bit.
Oh no. Puddles. Sidewalk lakes. TT thought it was great. Up until I got the pram (stroller) stuck in a narrow corridor of snow.
More. Than. Once.
Honestly if you are shovelling – make it wide enough for a goddamn stroller. Oh and let’s not talk about whoever shovelled off a crossroads and blocked off the sidewalk. So I had to walk in the road for half a block til we could mount the kerb again.
And everyone who beeped me? May the fleas of 1,000 camels infest your underwear drawer.
My feet were sodden. TT was grumpy, but we got to school on time.
Only to be told he has spent a good part of the afternoon in the principal’s office
I’m waiting for an email as to why. But I didn’t get called in, so whatever it was, it could have been worse I suppose…
I have made enquiries as to how we go about registering him in the after school club – it will come in handy for days like yesterday, and give him vital socialising opportunities. Apparently you can pre-register and then, in some manner, drop off on the day. That’s handy.
But it has not been all bad: Today he came home with this:
I’m bloody proud.
And I needed it today. Today (thanks to Timehop) I’m really homesick. I don’t like it, and I need it to feck orf.
Yarn therapy is the order of the day/evening.
3 thoughts on “A trying week”
Oh love, mommy will be there soon!! xxxx
Counting the days!
Oh dear! The fact that she asked for her crayons after all the fuss very strongly suggests that she does not understand the connection between her behaviour and the consequence (your anger, shouting ranting etc.) In your shoes I would take a leaf out of puppy training. Remember that if you want a connection to be made between an undesirable behaviour and punishment, you have just two seconds to administer the punishment, so it is 100% pointless punishing her for past crimes. When, and only when, you catch her red-handed, give her one sharp slap, just the one, but hard enough to hurt her and make her cry, so that she notices. No shouting, no ranting, just one slap and only when you catch her in the act, which ideally you should do as often as possible, otherwise she might learn that it is OK to write on the walls as long as you are not around. That should extinguish the behaviour.
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