
This morning we had a meltdown. She had a band aid on her thumb. She was convinced it would hurt to remove it. I wasn't part of that conversation. She was told it would have to come off. She was also told to take a shower. I heard her through my bathroom wall start to cry. I asked what the issue was and hubby guy told me what was going on. The crying progressed. I went into the bathroom to find the shower running but the naked child standing in the middle of the bathroom floor wailing and holding her thumb up in the air. I assured her it would not hurt at all. Usually she takes my word on all things band aid because I've proven that I know what I'm talking about. On this occasion she was not interested in my wisdom. So... I ushered the wailing child into the shower. She refused to get under the running water so I helped which only caused more wailing. So... I got irritated and made an executive decision. I pulled her over and grabbed her thumb and took the band aid off. It only took about three seconds but she screamed like I was killing her. The band aid was already wet so it slid right off. It was all really ridiculous. It took forever for her to calm down.
I really hope this kid gets over that particular "ism". Her teen years might kill me. I should go ahead and get fitted for a straight jacket when she turns 13.
I had a drama queen. She grew out of some of it but it... changed. So far I can deal with the pre-teen drama better than I could the kiddie stuff.
ReplyDeleteHang in there!