My Monday afternoon started with a standoff between H and me because I would not go upstairs OR let her go upstairs to see her suitcase. She sat like this ignoring me for a good 10 minutes.
When I got home Monday evening I popped into Dharma’s apartment to ask how their afternoon ice cream date with Dharma’s friends was, H got off the couch, marched over to me –
Me – How was your ice cream date?
H – Fine. Can I see my suitcase?
Me – Tomorrow morning when you come upstairs.
H – 🙄 Can me and mommy go drive my car?
(H has a power wheels car)
Me – Not right now, I have to charge the battery. I will do that tonight and have Gampa put the battery in tomorrow.
H – 😠 puts her headphones back, stomps back to the couch and lays down so I can’t see her.
Me – H are you all done talking to me?
I SHIT YOU NOT – the lil brat gave me a 👍🏻 – thumbs up!
Dharma and I look at H, look at each other and start to laugh –
Me – Well I guess she could have gave me 🖕🏻
🤣😂 I got told off by a four year old!
The cranky morning continues….
Convo’s with H continue…
She will not be getting either of those items.
When H sleeps at my house we have a bed time routine, run from one of the hall to her bed and “flop” on it. Multiple times. Read a book and then sing The Ants Go Marching. I will admit I don’t know the actual words, so I make them up.
That bit me in the ass.
And lastly, my kid is an asshole and clearly thinks I am very old
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