Things stuck on repeat in our house today:
" I was talking to you!!"
Screamed 100+ times by Felicity, because I dared to close the door while she was talking to me (or rather yelling at me about how she didn't want to have a time out for hitting her baby brother). She hit William, her sweet baby brother who is not even capable of contemplating doing anything to harm her, because she was mad at me, and so I was of course in no mood to listen to her.
"I want you to help me get dressed!"
Again, screamed 100 + times by Felicity. I refused to help her because 1) she is three and can dress herself, 2) I might have helped her had she listened to me when I told her to get dressed the first time, instead of the zillionth time. However, this kid is so stubborn. I can be stubborn too, but I'm pretty sure 9 times out of 10 I end up giving in in some way. Today I reasoned to myself, after I was nearly going crazy from hearing her repeat this over and over and over and over and over again, that the poor little girl just needs some help, hey, she's only 3 and pretty soon she won't want my help with anything....I'll just go help her a little. So I helped her pick out some clothes ( I had already picked out some clothes but they of course weren't to her liking...however she won't just pick out some other ones, she wants me to pick out some other ones and of course she says no to most of them and sometimes I just get tired of going through her whole wardrobe every time and just throw some at her and tell her to put them on......) and told her to get dressed, going downstairs to serve my two other children some breakfast......which of course led to .....
"I want you stay upstairs with me!!!!"
I think this one was screamed about 1000 times..........and I was determined not to give in, not because I am a heartless mother, but because I would have stayed upstairs if it hadn't taken her about an hour full of fits to listen and get dressed, and because I know that she is only doing this to be stubborn and not because she has some kind of fear of being left upstairs by herself. And I so I did not give in and she finally emerged fully clothed.....
and I think that was the end of her fits, at least so far.... The other things have been slightly more pleasant, but still kind of annoying:
" I'm not Felicity, I'm Laura", or "I'm not Maria, I'm Mary"
I'm happy to play along with the whole Little House thing most of the time, but when its repeated over and over again, and when I'm trying to ask them what they want for lunch so I can quickly get it for them because the baby is crying and needs to be fed, I can't seem to remember to call them by their play names, and it gets a little frustrating. The scene goes something like this:
"Maria, what do you want for lunch?"
"I'm not Maria, I'm Mary!"
"Ok, Mary, what do you want for lunch?"
"Maria what do you want in your sandwich?"
"I'm not Maria, I'm Mary!"
"Ahh! Ok, Mary what do you want in your sandwich?"
"Um cheese, tomatoes, and lettuce.."
"On this kind of bread, Maria?"
"I'm not Maria, I'm Mary!!!"
"AHHHHHHHH!!!! Maria, just answer me please!"
"But I'm not Maria!!!"
and after I finally get through it with Maria, I have to go through it all over again with Felicity.
I am glad that I haven't gone completely crazy yet....I think the fact that my youngest two are now peacefully napping while my oldest is reading quietly to herself is a definite sanity saver. So we'll see if I can hold out until my husband returns around 10 this evening....just 8 more hours......