Does anyone know what these are? They are rubbery in texture. I just found them on my counter. Three guesses who put them there? But, where did they come from? Could they be related to this?I don't think so, but I have absolutely NO CLUE where those blue things came from.
So, I've decided we're dealing with some anger/jealousy things here with Becca (You: No SHIT, Sherlock!) She seems to get really hostile and defiant when John is out of town. A couple days ago she said, "I'm not happy because Daddy isn't here."
And, boy howdy, is she telling the truth. "Not happy" is kind of an understatement. I'd say, "PISSED OFF" is more like it. She is just openly defiant, doing exactly what I tell her not to with a very angry, almost teenaged (Godhelpme) attitude about it. I gave her some cough medicine the other night while she was hacking up a lung and she just looked at me, held it up in the air and dumped it out on her bed while staring right at me, chin tilted up defiantly. She spent a good while just kicking the wall the other day. She dumped out the water in two humidfiers, broke the blinds on her window, tipped over her bedside lamp, tipped over Andrew's bedside lamp. She spent a good while just standing in the bathroom with the door closed screaming "AAAAAAAAH!" Standing on furniture, climbing into Andrew's crib and jumping up and down, grabbing things off the counter she isn't supposed to touch (and she KNOWS), yelling "NO!" at me, etc.
She has been sent to timeout, sent to her room, toys removed, candy taken away. With NO change.
I keep blaming myself thinking I'm not giving her enough one-on-one time. Or, I figure I have gotten us both stuck in a negative threaten/punish cycle, which I am inclined to do when I'm stressed/tired/sick/cooped up, etc. And, given the fact that Andrew is currently incapable of sleeping more than 90 minutes at a time, and I haven't been able to breathe through my nose in 3 days, I'd say I am all of the above.
But, I've spent the last two days trying to be nothing but positive and giving her lots of good quality time with just us, and also lots of physical activity. We watched (part of) a movie together with popcorn, baked cupcakes, did art projects, played in the bathtub, made homeade pizza, colored, played in the sandbox, ran around in the backyard, played games, played in the leaves outside--all with just us two, No Andrew. We also went on walks, went to church, had some friends over today and she did some sports stuff at the gym. It hasn't helped very much. We will be playing happily, just the two of us, and she'll just brazenly look right at me and do something she knows she isn't allowed to do. WT-EVERLOVING-F?
So, tonight we made this:
She gets a sticker for using the potty, or for anything that an adult deems sticker-worthy. It seems to have made a difference already. I'm pretty sure she would sell her soul to go swimming. YES!
We had the big potty talk, and she promptly pissed right in her pants. Twice. So, we had the talk one more time (breaking the rules already!) and I made her promise me to start using the toilet (Not on the pediatrician-approved list! WARNING!) She said, "Okay. I promise." And she hasn't peed in her pants since. (Knock the shit out of some wood right now, peeps.) So, we're back where we were before the hideous backwards slide of last week. I put her back in pull-ups at night. Apparently we aren't ready for that step yet.
It has been a shitty week. But, Becca is finally over her virus. Tomorrow is a new day, and tomorrow we return to our regularly scheduled activities--gymnastics, school, playdates, workouts, mommy-wine-sessions-with-friends. I feel a slow lifting, a tinge of light peeking through. A smile returning. I think it is that one precious thing that has been lacking this last week.... you know....SANITY. Welcome back. I've missed you.