She's quite excited about being four.
I am not so excited about her being four.
Four so far as been pretty sh*tty.
The first week after her birthday (days from her birthday, mind you) I had to take a Mommy Time Out in the cart corrals of two different grocery stores. She had informed me, both times, that since she was now four, she didn't have to ride in the cart.
I asserted my belief that she still needed to.
She countered with an arm cross and a glare.
It went down hill from there.
The Saturday after her birthday, we all piled in the Limo (ha! I found the name for my new van!) to run some errands, and MM did not like her shoes. So, she did what any logical and rational four-year-old would do. She threw a two-and-a-half hour fit. With a 45 minute nap in between to rest up for the second half.
Oh no, I do not like four.
|This is the look I get quite often. Only it's with her arms crossed and a lot of whining and foot-stomping.|
I don't remember it being like this with the boys. Larry Potter was a good toddler and pre-schooler, it's only since elementary school has his attitude been something to be desired. When Hoover turned four, I was mostly relieved and optimistic that our days of screwdrivers and Poison Control were over. (And they were...for the most part.) I don't remember any truly horrible fits or battle of wills. In fact, I remember four being quite pleasant with them.
And then I had a girl.
And I am now thankful I did not have more girls.
I feel like someone has either flipped a switch or changed my normal, every day brand of daughter with a new brand for some sort of survey from hell. I'd like to keep my original brand, please.
This morning, we had a fight about her clothes. And after that was over, we had a fight about her walking into pre-school by herself. I'm sure when she gets home, we'll have a fight about where to put her backpack or what choices she has for lunch.
I'm tired and it's only 9:30. And she's not here.
Is five going to be any better? Should I start the countdown now? Only 352 more days.
Why didn't anyone warn me about this? Or (please God, no) is it just my daughter?
Moms of girls...help me make it through this year. Because if I can't get a handle at 4, 14 is going to be a real B.