change of plans

I had another post planned for tonight -- yes trying to be better about blogging.  But I had the night from hell.  I fought.  With Ladybug.  I tried to stay calm.  And I did.  Except for the last 30 seconds.

It started with attitude.  Hates homework.  Hates helping.  Hates -- well, everything.
She refused to help out.  She wouldn't clean the living room -- it is all her junk.  She wouldn't look for her lost thermos.  She wouldn't pack her homework.  She wouldn't...
I gave her so many chances.  I used bribery.  I joked.  I promised her M&ms.  I promised her Idol.  I gave her one final time and finally I gave up and took Idol from her.  I can only give so many second chances before I need to follow through.

It all went down hill from there.

She refused to shower.  I had to actually undress her and put her in the shower.  While she showered she yelled at me how much she hated me.

After the shower it was more negative comments about helping out around the house.  How she shouldn't have to do anything she doesn't like.  And then she informed me that she peed in my bed last night.


She slathered herself in so much lotion she was actually white.  I use Carol's Daughter -- that stuff ain't cheap.

I tried to talk to her.   Don't go to bed mad?  More attitude.  More disrespect.  I am stupid... and mean... and hateful... nobody likes me.

I took her kitty and left the room.  I told her I would be back in a few minutes to try again.  I left.  Took a few deep breathes.  And went back.

She refused to talk.  Just demanding.  GET OUT!  LEAVE ME ALONE! GO AWAY!  She is demanding.


I took her doggy pillow pet.  I left the room.  I told her I would be back in a few minutes.

When I returned there was more of the same.  I decided to crawl in bed with her.  I decided to see if she would relax or calm down or something if we were physically close -- it has worked in the past.


So she started hitting me.  I restrained her - or tried to.  She bit me.  She kicked the wall.  She head butted me.  She scratched me.  She tried to puke on me - and I was surprised she couldn't (great gag reflex).

This started at 7pm.  By 7:40 we were physically fighting - see I gave her 40 minutes of reasoning to try to work this out.  By 8:50 I walked out.  I wasn't getting anywhere.  I had no more ideas.  I was done. I gave up.


She ended up losing all her stuffed animals.  So she threatened to destroy her room if I didn't give them back.  I didn't give them back.  So she started ripping her bed apart.  I put her on the floor with just a pillow and sheet.

The things she yelled at me since leaving her room included that she hates me, nobody loves me, I am dumb,  and stupid, I am the meanest person ever, she doesn't want to be a part of my family, and since nobody else loves me I should be the one to leave the family.

And the after all that I finally lost it.  I screamed at her.  I asked her what she wanted.  How did she want me to react to all this?  Her response?  I want American Idol.

She was finally done at about 9:15pm.

I am lost.

Mean Mama