I type this slumped on the sofa at the end of what feels like a very very long day. The other-half is out at a work leaving do and I have had the girls since 7.30am. It’s now just gone 8pm.
I sent the girls to bed without a story this evening. They’ve been an absolute nightmare today, not listening to a word I say and running wild for most of the afternoon. My youngest has been the worst, throwing food on the floor and over the walls at both lunch and dinner and hitting and biting me on a number of occasions when she didn’t get her own way; including when I was about to put her in the bath. I stopped just before putting her in when I realised I didn’t have the bath mat in and put her back down while I put it in. Well she didn’t like this and proceeded to drag her nails down my leg and then bite it.
Normally, I would try not to react, tell her calmly not to hit/bite/scratch/kick etc and then ignore her. However, today was not one of those days. I lifted her out of the bathroom and told her she was not having a bath. She absolutely loves baths, both girls do so this caused an almighty tantrum. But I was not backing down. I can be a right old stubborn so-and-so when I want to be and I was determined to show this little madam that she couldn’t behave like that. Ridiculous really as she is 16 months old and probably still has no comprehension of her actions or the consequences.
So I basically let her scream at the top of her lungs whilst I bathed her sister, played ducks with her and read her bath time story. I should have been adult about it but I wasn’t. I might have even childishly asked big sister how much she was enjoying her bath, while looking at youngest and smiling. I know, I know not big, nor clever.
It wasn’t surprising that getting youngest changed for bed was then a nightmare too. This was exacerbated by some particularly hyperactive bad-behaviour from big sis, which was probably not helped by the atmosphere resulting from little ones screams. My own fault really.
I couldn’t face doing a story so once they had devoured their milk, I put them to bed. I feel a bit bad now. We’ve worked so hard on giving them a really structured routine and story time is always part of it.
Now I am going to pour myself a nice glass of wine and make dinner. Once I’ve unwound, I’ll probably end up spending the rest of the evening on the internet looking for strategies for how to better deal with this type of situation in future. We live and we learn, as they say!
If you’ve got any tips let me know in the comments.