I love my children. I’m sure you love your children too. But I don’t always like them. Lately I’ve been wondering at what age you can tell your kid to shut the hell up? Seriously, the mouth on my kid. Ugh.
Over the weekend L. got herself a dish of ice cream and went in the family room to watch a movie. She got mad at her sister K. because she dared to sit in “her” spot to watch tv. I don’t know about your house, but we don’t have assigned seating. She asked K. to move, to which she responded, “No.” Next she yelled, “That’s my seat! You know I always sit there!” To which K. responded, “Too bad.” So then she sat on her. K. pushed her off. L. started screaming, saying “You hurt me! You’re so mean! GET OUT OF MY SEAT!” Which is when I stepped in.
I took her dish of ice cream and sent L. to her room. She refused to go. I told her if she didn’t go, she’d lose tv and computer for the whole next day. She screamed, “I DON’T CARE.” I then had to bodily remove her from the room (not that difficult really since she only weighs 64 lbs.) She stormed up the stairs with me right behind, then slammed her bedroom door in my face. I made a mental note to have her dad remove her door from the hinges when he got home.
I gave her a couple minutes to cool off before going in to talk to her. I guess I didn’t wait long enough because she yelled, “GET OUT!” Hmmm. I asked her why she was so upset- what’s the difference if you sit on the love seat or the couch to watch tv? She said, “You don’t understand, and you always take K.’s side. You love her more. You’ve never loved me!” I said, “What are you talking about?” And she insisted that I always play favorites, that K. always gets her way, it’s not fair. Okaaaaaay. I calmly said, “You know that’s not true” and she screamed, “YES IT IS, Mrs. M—! You don’t love me like a real mother! You’ve been faking it since the day I was born! I can see in your eyes that you don’t love me!” I said something like, “Call me mom. Don’t call me Mrs. M–. That hurts my feelings.” And she said, “How do you like it, Mrs. M–? You hurt my feelings when you take K.’s side about EVERYTHING!” I said, “Stop calling me Mrs. M—“ and she said, “Mrs. M–, Mrs. M–, Mrs. M—“ in a sing songy voice. She might as well have flipped me off.
I had to leave the room- for her own protection, because I wanted to wring her skinny little neck. Ugh, she pisses me off! She’s so stinkin’ defiant!
I just keep thinking, what am I doing wrong? Where did my sweet little girl go? This kind of stuff goes on way too frequently in my house. Sometimes my children make me feel like such a loser parent.
Needless to say, she’s on restriction. She lost her bedroom door indefinitely, tv-computer-phone-iPod for a week. I insisted on a written apology, which was actually pretty good. I might even frame it.
Please tell me I’m not the only mother with a mouthy preteen. It’s so hard not to get emotional. Does anyone else have this problem and if so, how do you handle it? Shipping her off to military school is not an option.