was not a good day.
Dd has what one might describe as a few issues with attitude at the moment. It’s probably a normal phase for a just four year old, but given that she is very able verbally, perhaps she expresses it a little more forcefully and elegantly than most. Or maybe she’s just being horrid. 🙁 Anyway, we had talkback, contradictions, shouting, refusal to co-operate, and the time kept slipping back and we were getting later and later for our playdate at the park.
Eventually we had complete meltdown, from both of us – not good at all. Dp sallied forth from his office, where he had manfully been attempting to ignore the ruckus and work (one of us has got to make a living somehow!) and suggested that I go out without her as I needed a break. In my ultimate wisdom I decided that no, I would take her. And so we went out to the car. And five minutes later I brought her back in in absolute hysterics having thrown a major major tantrum over her socks being wrinkled under her wellies.
I left her with dp, and legged it to M*hell for a quiet cuppa with ds, who was an angel (perhaps realising that mummy was in no fit state to cope with anything else!)
So last night, I came to some realisations. Dd needs some structure to her days, and so do I. So I planned some activitites. Not a rigid structure – I figured if I set a goal for each hour of the day, so that I never had to think, what next, that would be sufficient. Which was why I was sitting there with hama beads last night, making letters a- c, for our first activity this morning.
I’ll post later on how today is going, but at least I feel better about everything, even if dd is still struggling a little.
