OMG somebody save me!
Posted on June 3, 2009 - Filed Under The Daily Doodle, Parenting
Mornings with Maggie usually brings a bit of frustration - she’s three, I except that fact. It’s normal. Basically she is slow - slow to eat, slow to get dressed, slow to put on her shoes and slow to get into her car seat. She is slow whether she wants to go to school that day or not go. She takes her time no matter where we go. I am actually starting to think it is a personality trait - one that Mommy and Daddy gave her! This morning, though, was like OMG (Oh My God) somebody save me!
The morning started pretty normal. Maggie woke up around 7 am and asked to watch one of her TV shows on the internet. She like to watch most all shows Nick Jr. offers. She can even use the mouse to chose new videos to watch, pause the show when she needs to use the bathroom and turn the show off when the show is over.
After her video, I tell her it is time to go upstairs and get dressed. She is fine with that except I ask her to take her stuffed animal, Jeremiah, and a couple small toys upstairs with her. I am taking up her clothes basket. I am big and pregnant. Climbing the stairs for me is a serious workout! She didn’t like me asking her to bring her stuff upstairs; she refused my request. I tell her to bring her stuff upstairs to her room. At that point she starts to do the obnoxious whiny cry three year olds are famous for doing. Maggie has perfected this cry. She throws Jeremiah on the floor and demands I come back down the stairs and walk up with her. I come to the landing in the stairs and tell her to come up. She takes a minute and then decides to come up without Jeremiah. She is still whining. I ask her to get dressed. She takes her clothes off and then proceeds to dance around naked. I tell her again to get dressed. No answer. “Ok” I say, ” Mommy’s getting dressed and going downstairs. When you are dressed, please come down. You don’t want to be late for school.” This, of course, infuriates her sending her into a 30 minute monotone whiny-cry. I timed it. After about 20 minutes of whiny-cry in her bedroom she comes downstairs dressed for school. She proceeds to take the next 10 minutes crying in front of the downstairs mirror holding her tooth brush. Ridiculous.
She eventually stops this monotone whiny cry - thank god! I thought I was going to loose my mind. I almost took video of her tantrum to save and show to her friends when she’s a teenager. We finally made it into her car seat. Exhausting. She proceeds to put on her belts, slowly, because they must lay perfectly on her body. During the car ride to school, I ask her what her problem was. She, of course, has no idea.
I never imagined I would have such a stubborn child. If she doesn’t want to do something, she won’t do it. Even when threatened with spankings and loss of three-year old privileges. A couple months ago, because of this stubbornness, I nicknamed her Princess. Yes, it is a term of endearment but very true as well. I am actually really glad we are having a boy because I don’t think there would be enough room in this house for another Princess. Of course, if personality traits are inherited, we will be in even deeper with our boy-prince.
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