Sometimes I am perfect

Today I planned to take Ladybug to the end of the summer pool party.  I knew she would love it.  I knew it was important to her.  I wanted her to go.

And then I walked into camp to pick her up at the end of the day.  I was approached by a teacher wanting to tell me about her day.

1. She called 2 teachers "fat"
2. She refused to clean up
3. She called 1 teacher an "asshole"
4. She spit at some kids
5. She told her teachers that it didn't matter what she did because I would never punish her

Oh really?

She comes running up to me with her friends and asks what time we are going to the pool party.  I almost start laughing... but I don't.  I just tell her we are not going. 

And then she has the nerve to ask me why.  Why?  Are you serious. 

So I tell her that she can not have a bad day and get rewarded.

She lies -- I didn't know "asshole" was a bad word.  It took some digging to find out where she learned that word (because I swear like a trucker but not around her).

She bargains -- promises to not act like that again..

She throws a guilt trip -- T's mom will her go even though she behaved badly today.  Which is likely true but I don't care.

She wails and screams and cries... as we walk toward the car.  She refuses to buckle up once in the car.  I asked several times.  Finally she tells me she is not buckling her seat belt until I promise to take her to the pool party. 

Where has she been living for the last 6 years?

I wait.  She buckles.

She wails and cries all the way home.  She refuses to get out of the car once we are home.  I let her stay in the car. 

She states she is not doing her math homework.  She did it.

And then the real drama started.  Huge tears.  Throwing herself on the floor.  Wailing.  Screaming.  Yelling that I don't even care about her -- much less love her.  I hate her.  I must.  Otherwise I would act differently.

Not once did I raise my voice.  Not once did I give her a dirty look.  Not once did I bite at the little snacks she was throwing at me.

Within in an hour of being approached by the teacher, she was snuggled into my arms, with little sobs, telling me that she loves me.  She helped cook dinner.  She did the dishes -- and soaked the floor.  We had a great night.

Mean Mama