And deliver us from Divas…
As I mentioned before, my daughter has entered a special time in her life that I like to call “The Ferocious Fours.” Where has the sweet little girl gone, and who is this stinker that has replaced her? Last night, we had another addition of what I like to call “Battle of the Bedtime.” It was 12 o’ clock and not a creature was stirring, except for the crabby four-year old who really needed to go to sleep.
You see, last night we all spent the night at my mom’s house. The kids knew that in the morning I would be leaving for a reunion with a group of good friends from college. So, of course, my daughter could not sleep! At first, I humored her. She said her foot hurt. I rubbed it, gave her a kiss, and then put her to bed. I was just about asleep when she started crying again. This time, I was a little annoyed. I tucked her back in bed, and she asked if she could sleep with me. I said no. She got mad. And so the war had begun.
I did not want her sleeping with me for a number of reasons. My selfish reason, of course, is that I like having my bed to myself. I also don’t want her to get in the habit of sleeping in bed with me. Also, she is a wiggler, you know the kind that starts with her head on the pillow and somehow manages to wake up with her feet where her head had been. (She is also known for stinky feet even though she gets a bath every night.) So anyways, I put her back to bed.
She whimpered and whined. Sure enough, soon she woke her brother. While I tried to cover up my agitation, he had no qualms in telling Sissy Girl to go back to bed. It was a long night to say the least.
This morning though, she had forgotten all about it. After much prodding to get her out of bed, she announced that she in fact did not mean to keep us awake last night and that next time, I should just do what she asks. Where does she get her attitude? Sometimes she seems like my little girl. Other times, she seems like a teenager trapped in a four-year old’s body. I don’t get it. I was told that girls are trouble. I did not believe anyone because I had this sweet little girl (and a stinker of a boy). Now it seems like the roles have reversed. How did that happen? How long will it last?
Are all little girls divas or just mine? Will this ever end or does it indeed get worse? I need to know so I can plan accordingly! I do hope it ends soon. I also find that I miss that cute little toddler I had. I miss the cuddling and hugging. They just grow up too fast!