There’s been this air of attitude that Olivia’s had since the new year. This eye-roll, evil-kid, running away yelling about how I make the worst chili in the world, attitude. It’s been intolerable, and she’s been barely likeable.
The days are hard when it’s so much easier to like one of your kids more than other. There’s the whole mental-exhaustion at the end of the day after dealing with the six year old person who’s challenging you to your very core, coupled with the guilt of one child being so much more likeable than the other.
Last night, we took the first step in undoing the six year old attitude.
Olivia ran out of the house, after hearing chili was for dinner, screaming ‘I HATE YOUR CHILI, YOU MAKE THE WORST CHILI IN THE WORLD’. Exhausted of it, and she had been home from school for a total of 2 and a half minutes, I called her back, explained it was a hurtful thing to say and asked her to apologize.
An eye roll later, and finally she did.
I let her go play with her friends, because I didn’t want to have to tackle what had to be done, alone. I wanted Jamie to be home from work to back me up on it.
She’s been exhausting lately, with the attitude, this new defiant little person that has more eye-rolls than I thought ever possible. I know, terrible, but it’s been a rough, rough month. I took the easy way out, putting off what needed to be done for a couple of hours.
She came home at five, when I told her to be back, attitude in tow. Walking in just moments before Jamie. Unimpressed with the list of tasks I had for her: home reading, tidy the books, and pick up the shoes by the door, she lost her temper.
In the middle of explaining to her that her attitude of late wasn’t acceptable, that she wasn’t being kind, and it wasn’t the kind of behavior we wanted our daughter to have, the doorbell rang. Another friend, another ask to come and play. I said no, but Violet could come and play. Making my point to Olivia. She kicked, screamed, total CTFD worth moment, and was sent to her room, for the entire night.
She missed out on painting, she missed out on Harry Potter watching and she missed out on popcorn. We turned a corner last night, of reigning in the unlikeable terror to someone that resembles our previously kind, empathetic kid.
So much screaming, kicking the floor, cries to come downstairs, that she was so incredibly bored. It was terrible, but the exhausting six-year-old attitude that took away the likeable kid needed to be exorcised, and I’ve got a feeling it’s going to take more than one mean-parent-day to get it done.
Someone tell me the likeable-again-kid in the end will be worth it?