I'm thinking it could be spring fever. They want to get their asses kicked outside, but they just don't know it yet. It's in their subconscious, just waiting to come out.
Either that, or they get their asses kicked against their will. They are smart enough to at least pretend to want it.
Even my amazing, wonderful, cute five year old is not herself.
For example. This morning she woke up before anyone else (except "poor" Leon, who had to work) and I asked her very nicely to go back to bed, or play quietly in her room until everyone else was awake.
Do you know what my sweet little Olivia said to me?
Some might not sweat that. But this is Olivia. The almost perfect wee child.
I said again, "Olivia, go to your room and play quietly until we are all up."
She proceeds to go and bother Cassie. I came out and found her on the couch, with a clearly challenging look on her little face.
My first thought was, "Oh, God. Please don't let her start testing her boundaries, and begin to falsely believe that she is an independent person who is allowed her own thoughts. Please?"
I need to keep Olivia sweet. And cute. And nice. And quiet.
"Lord, I have teenage daughters to survive. Remember?"
She still refused to listen. And so the morning began with me hauling one little five year old off to the bathroom to pry the liquid soap handle in between those tightly squeezed little lips.
And then she got her butt smacked.
And was sent to her room.
And then the very sisters who yesterday called her a brat and a bitch and told her they couldn't stand her came out of their own rooms to be her knights.
Her pains in my ass.
I ask you, is it okay that her sisters can discipline her and be mean to her all. the. time. and yet I can't parent my own child?
I think not!
And, because I know you're wondering, Olivia did not get any better. It was a continuation of Sunday's Olivia. THAT picture will be airing on Wednesday for Wordful Wednesday.
The caption will read:
Easter Egg Hunt Bitch Slap Session.