So this morning started out positively. When my alarm went off, I determined that both children were still asleep so I turned it off and slept until 8am. When I went to Lovebug's room, he was perfectly cheerful and waited patiently for me to put away all of yesterday's laundry. As I was dressing him (or, to be more accurate, wrestling him into a diaper and outfit while trying not to be a victim of grievous bodily harm), I heard Ironflower call for Mommy. She didn't sound distressed, so I called back that I'd be there momentarily.
In the minute it took me to finish dressing Lovebug and walk across the hall, something possessed my daughter. She screamed in anger when I opened the door. I offered to shut it so that she could open it herself. She screamed at me to go away. So of course I walked in and asked what was wrong. Lovebug ran into hug her, which resulted in a glare bigger than the one she gave him when he took her kitty.
She is not yet three and I really wasn't prepared for all this adolescent drama. So I started putting away her laundry, hoping she would calm down and tell me what was going on. Instead she and Lovebug began opening and shutting the door (he shutting, her opening) and I could just see the smashed fingers. I told them to stop please. Lovebug headed straight for the books but Ironflower headed straight for me. And then she smacked me. In the face.
Have I ever mentioned that Ironflower has never been smacked? And the only time she has seen a smack is when I've smacked her brother's hand to stop him from pulling her hair? At first I was shocked. First the screaming and now this? Where was my sunny little morning girl?
My second reaction, of course, was anger. I picked her up and put her back on her bed. I said things like, "We don't hit! Our family uses words! You don't hit your mommy!" until I calmed down. While dressing her, I tried again to ascertain what the heck was up with her. No luck.
We did all the hair and toothbrushing and Lovebug and I went downstairs. She finally apologized. I have had no explanation about what was wrong or why she woke up so angry. So I am still completely confused. Who was that child? And what I am going to do if she comes back?
4 comments:
Mama Zen - Oh my Goddess, it's going to get worse? Ahhhhhhhhhh! But at least I'm not alone. Thanks for the tag!
I can totally relate to what you went through there! Julia has been unrecognizable, lately. I keep asking, "Where is she getting this? Where has she seen this behavior?"
I guess it's part of the age and growing up. It sounds like you handled it well, though.
Mama Zen - Oh my Goddess, it's going to get worse? Ahhhhhhhhhh! But at least I'm not alone. Thanks for the tag!
I can totally relate to what you went through there! Julia has been unrecognizable, lately. I keep asking, "Where is she getting this? Where has she seen this behavior?"
I guess it's part of the age and growing up. It sounds like you handled it well, though.
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