It seems that I talk to walls more these days.
Yes, more than normal. I am known to talk to walls, myself, my computer, and the general air around me.
But the walls I write of today are of the three year old variety.
"What did you do at school today?"
Silence.
"Will you please get dressed."
Silence.
"Please clear your plate."
Silence.
"Did you brush your teeth?"
Yep, you guessed it, Silence.
I might as well be telling my 105 year old crumbling plaster wall to brush it's teeth.
Is this just a normal three-almost-four year old exerting her independence? I swear I can plea, coax, request and threaten until the cows come home and she still will not answer my question or do what I am asking of her.
What am I doing wrong? I try very hard to be level-headed and practice "Positive Discipline" as best as I can. But some days, and more frequent than not these days, I feel like I may as well sit in an empty room and bang my head against the wall all day.
Or better yet, herding my two elderly cats around the block would be easier than getting my darling daughter to get herself dressed in the morning without a knock-down screaming match.
And I thought at one time I wanted three kids?! Ha! I can definitely say that God got this one right. Although I think he wrapped all three figurative kids into my one and only....for better and worse.
Enough griping. I so sick of hearing myself whine already.
Any new tricks of the trade? I've only been a parent for nearly 4 years now. And no matter how unique and special I think my one child is, I know she can't be any more unique than any other child.
SO, calling all you parents out there...please help me pad the wall a bit. My head is pounding.
How can I get the wall to listen and talk back? OH, and preferably drama-free.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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