Okay, so here's the thing. Katey and I have been butting heads lately. When I say butting heads what I really mean is...she is naughty, sassy, or mean-I immediately jump down her throat and yell-She yells back-I correct her and attempt to put her in "time out" (PS what a joke)-she SCREAMS at me-I SCREAM back at her...and then she usually ends up laughing in my face-and this makes me insane. INSANE. So all day yesterday I told myself that we were going to change our ways...a fresh approach and especially make an effort stop yelling..cause if I am being honest with myself, I can admit that I do yell. Alot. I was seriously committed to this effort and all was going well...Joe works late and then had softball so that meant that I was on my own until the girls bedtime...so we played, I cooked supper and they girls painted while I cooked. We ate our meal and the evening was progressing nicely. Until approx 7:45. That is when everything went downhill. Long story short-Katey bit Makenna's fingers and then proceeded to yell at me for correcting her and then hit me for "being mean to her". I took her backpack away and advised she would get it back tomorrow as long as she was good the rest of the night. She was not happy with this plan. Not happy at all. She cried, she whined, she stood at the window and called for her Daddy...and I did not yell. I calmly told her stop. I ignored her. I went into the other room. She followed me. She cried and whined and begged for her backpack. Well by then there was NO WAY this kid was getting her damn backpack back...and she knew it, so she cried harder and louder and by now I was thinking that the neighbors can probably hear her. So I started to raise my voice, but really really tried to not yell...I tried to sound menacing. I tried everything to remain calm. I finally lost it. In the end we were all crying-Katey, Makenna and I...all in tears. I got Makenna to bed and Katey was settled on the couch watching I Carly. I had good intentions of getting on the treamill and running off my frustrations. Instead I saw my bed and decided that lying down and crying was a much better plan. I heard Katey come up from behind me and she sweetly asked if I was okay-and rubbed my back. I told her I was just tired of always yelling. She hugged me and said "I know, I know, we were both just SO TIRED" (this is her famous excuse lately)....we hugged and Katey went back to the living room. After about five minutes she came back in and asked in a super sweet voice "mom, can I have my backpack now?".
"NOPE" but nice try.
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