Pixie is getting ALL THE TIME-OUTS today.
This week she’s been building up to something – I don’t know what, exactly. She’s contrary. She’s whiny. She’s taking toys from the other children. She says “no” when she means “yes”, throws her food across the table when she doesn’t want to eat it, chucks her dishes on the floor when she’s finished.
Today it’s all come to a head. She’s hitting. She’s yelling. She’s grabbing. I haven’t seen her this bad, ever.
She’s had multiple instances of getting her rotten little butt plopped unceremoniously in the time-out chair.
(Aside: Yes, I call it a time-out chair. I do not call it a naughty chair, a take-a-break chair, a resting spot, or an introspective chaise lounge. IT’S A TIME OUT AND YOU ARE HAVING ONE, KIDDO.)
She’s developed the delightful habit of saying “Hannah… Hannah… Hannah…” over and over again like Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory, but unlike Sheldon, there is never a payoff. It’s just my name. Repeated. Forever.
She asks to go outside but then tries to spend the whole time sitting in my lap. (I’m maybe the only daycare lady in the history of ever who dislikes snuggles. I don’t mind a quick hug, but I am NOT holding a 30lb squirming chimpanzee in 28C heat – I’m not.) She makes me get her all sunscreened & in a swimsuit only to tell me that she does not want to set foot in the splash pool.
She’s driving me completely around the bend with her behaviour, attitude, and generalized two-year-old Toddler Dumbassery™.
I know this just another phase – although as Michael pointed out last night, childhood itself is really just one long phase with intermittent pauses where they aren’t acting like tiny terrorists who live among us. I know this will pass, only to be supplanted by another one of the Brigade turning on me like a chihuahua in heat.
Summer vacation has started and I miss my own kids.
I’m thrilled – THRILLED – at how much the older boys play together. It’s flat-out awesome and while I’ve had to mediate a few disputes, it’s never anything serious and it’s over in minutes.
However, they dislike the Toddler Brigade. And so – they are avoiding them. Which means by extension, they’re avoiding me. I don’t see them all morning. It’s ironic really that I’m only taking kids in because I need the money in order to stay home with my own kids – and they don’t want to have anything to do with the extra kids so I actually don’t see them much. Oh, and I can’t ever go to their daytime school activities because it would involve dragging the Toddler Brigade with me and who wants that?
I am rapidly realizing as I write this that I’m probably as contrary as Pixie is, today.
Only 11 and a half more working days until vacation…