Yesterday my heart was broken. No, shattered. . . by a 3 year old.
Nap time has been a struggle for Taylee lately. She never wants to take one, but still really needs one. If she misses it, she is unbearable by the end of the day, and isn't sleeping well at night. Anyways, she constantly gets out of bed, and, if she does stay in bed, she plays in her bed. After the 10th time of returning her to her bed, I told her that I would shut the door the next time she got out of bed. She can open the door herself, but absolutely hates it closed. By the way, this is not a new threat. It has actually worked in the past. After about 3 more times of getting up, I finally closed the door, then I stood there so she could not come out. Of course, she threw quite the fit, crying, screaming, the whole bit. It probably went on only like a minute and a half before I went into to talk to her. When I opened the door, between sobs she shouted at me: "You're a mean Mom!" That is how she broke my heart, in fact, I still tear up thinking about it now. Has it started already? She's only 3!!!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Broken Heart
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I am so sorry. But you will get used to it. girls are that way-we like to hit where it hurts most.
Yesterday tia told me she wished she had a different mom that was better than me. It actually made me laugh because she was so passionate about what she was saying because she was angry and in the heat of the moment. Her face was all scrunched up, her fists tight and her eyes wide. She looked so cute I couldn't help but laugh-I know she didn't mean it and later she came and hugged me and told me she loved me.
Girls will be girls right? My neice used to tell my sister in law that whe wasn't pretty anymore when she got mad. Anwyays, were are you guys living now? Your place looks cute. Did you move?
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