Yet another post from me where I beg of you not to judge me….
Well, trying really hard to be the adult, that is!!
But in most times, if you’re me,…..
……. it’s a total and utter failure
We seem to have the silliest of arguments in this household.
Not necessarily arguments as such – just bickering and squabbling I would say.
Lately, for some completely random and unknown reason, Holly has started calling us ‘Poo-Poo’.
How lovely is that!
She finds it hilarious!
Us? Less so!
It’s pretty much all the time now too – which at first was highly amusing and we giggled under our breath to one another, but recently it’s really started to get a bit boring and grate a little!
Especially when our parents (their grandparents) – frown at us as if we’re the naughty school children making up silly names!
Anyway, one can only handle being referred to as ‘Poo-Poo’ for a short amount of time before something kicks off!
So, as ever the adults we are in our household, now, every time she calls either me or Mr B ‘Poo-Poo’, we say,…
Which really annoys her.
She throws all her toys out of her pram and storms off in a huff and a paddy to go and sulk for a bit.
But then returns, only five minutes later, when it begins all over again!!
And this can go for a while until she too becomes bored with her mummy and daddy, and decides she can get far more sense out of her baby sister who calls her,
Yup – complete gobbledygook!
Grown up, aren’t we?
And then, earlier this week there was another incident….
Where H and I pretty much bickered all the way back home from my parents’ house.
(OK – so only a five minute journey)
Basically, Mum asked H if she would give her kiss goodbye – to which my stroppy ‘three going on thirteen year old’ replied with….
Poor old grandma looked deeply hurt and upset!
Ok – she was tired, and ok she didn’t want to go home probably as she always has too much fun at Grandmas (obviously unlike her permanent abode eh!!), but it was rude none the less and, as the competent and well-meaning parents that we are, we’re trying to instill just that tiniest amount of good manners into our progenies and educate them as to….
‘how one should present oneself when in social situations’!!
So I asked her nicely and calmly, not to be so rude and to apologise to poor Grandma.
She then burst into floods of tears.
And when I asked her what the matter was, in an attempt to try and calm her down and to frantically get her to stop crying before the little one joined in too and jumping merrily onto the breakdown bandwagon, she just sniffed and sniveled to me and told me it was all my fault, and that ‘I had started it’!
Like the proverbial rag to the bull…
…I saw red!
Not in a temper way, just in a silly, immature, school playground sort of a way,
All of a sudden, I was no longer 37 years of age – I was three – just like she was!!
So – in true nursery school quarrel style, I snarkily replied with
‘I didn’t start it – you did!’
A-ha! That will stump you, I thought
So then, yes, you’ve guessed it – for the next ten minutes on the way back home, that was the entirety of our conversation…..
Me: You started it
H: No you did
Me: Why did I start it?
H: Because you told me off
Me: Yes, because you were rude to grandma – which is why I think you’ll find YOU started it!
Yep, So mature!
And no – I’m not proud!
Then, unfortunately there has been an occasion (or two) when I’ve outdone myself.
And acted a whole lot less mature than our adorable 3 year old, H!!
Please don’t judge me!
I promise I’m a nice person really and quite a good mummy!
But, to explain…..
…..there have been times where she has not quite gotten her own way, or where I’ve had to say ‘no’ to a third in a row episode of Dora, or ‘no’ to an ice-cream, five minutes before bedtime, where she has then grumpily turned to me and said…
‘Mummy – you’re not my best friends anymore!’
(complete with folded arms, death stare scowl and appearance of humungous bottom lip pout)
Now this gets to me.
It hurts my feelings and cuts deep into my heart.
And yes – I’m well aware that she is three and doesn’t mean it etc etc, but I’m afraid to say I’ve responded by saying…
Then turned to Little E and said
‘E – you’re my best friend now as H doesn’t love me anymore’
Does this make me a really bad person??!!??!!
And an even worse mummy?
Am I going to turn my children into little monsters with no manners or respect because of this?
I hope not.
There’s just no reasoning with a three year old – which I must keep reminding myself is totally natural, the norm and meant to be.
I think the problem obviously lies with me and I just need to start acting my age!
I promise to try and do better!
(holding up three fingers in true Brownie Girl Guide fashion!)
See….that’s a proper promise!
If anyone wants to try and make me feel a little better by saying they understand, or in fact, have similar bickering matches in their household, I would love to hear from you xxx