Yesterday was one of those days where Lucy's behavior almost brought me to my knees. I am sorry Lucy, as hopefully one day you'll go back reading this detailed account of your early child hood but whew you can be a real BRAT sometimes!
It was my birthday. We were at the boys house and had Morgan with us. With three little boys and one little girl in the house you would THINK that one of the little boys would be the most violent, the most active, the most obstinate and the most oppositional. NOPE it was the cute little girl in braids.
I was stumped. I could not respond at one point. Both the big boys got hit with train tracks. Lucy did everything she was asked NOT to do. She went around the table intentionally drinking everyone's drink. She spilled a can of soda. She went up stairs when I wanted her to stay down, she went down when I wanted her up. I refused to let her eat cake or ice cream with us, she didn't care.
Sometimes I want to stay under my covers or get a second shift somewhere just for a stinking break.
vent over. I am certain there shall be more positive Lucy posts after this!