I need to preface this post today with what happened yesterday afternoon.
Luci had a big one. By that, I mean a fit. Not the usual angry fit but a screaming meany fit. I think (but I can't exactly remember) it started when Annamarie and Rissy were watching a DVD movie and Luci turned off the TV twice. I told her if she did it again, she wouldn't be able to watch the movie or play with the girls because she was being mean. Despite my warning, she turned it off a third time. I told her to play somewhere else. The beautiful Luci child erupted and was out of control. I know, as a parent, I am supposed to be in control, but I was slowly losing my calm as her tirade continued.
I closed the bedroom door to the sound of angry words she screamed at us. She came out several times (after NOT making a sound for 30 seconds) and said she was fine and wanted to go back in with the girls and the movie. I told her "no" - a word that is like lighting dynamite, if spoken to Luci. She stormed off again and I quietly closed her door to the threats and shrieks. I spanked her (about 3 swats on the rear end) when she started screaming. I had to hold her still and turn her over in order to get to her rear end. *I* ended up pulling several ribs on my right side. As I had figured, the spanking did no good. Eventually, I told her to stay in her room and play until I called her for lunch and AFTER LUNCH, she would need to take a nap. She screamed the whole time.
She was called to lunch, ended up leaving the table once or twice because something didn't suit her, and went back to her bedroom stamping her feet and yelling threats all the way to her room. My resolve was wearing away. After lunch, I sent her to her room for a nap and she screamed again - by now it was ear piercing shrieks - like from one of those "Jason movies" - you know? "over the top" screaming.
It went on for 45 minutes (the high pitched screams and growling) and I wasn't sure how to address the whole episode. I had already prayed. And prayed. And prayed. When I'd had my fill (NOT the time you are supposed to discipline your children - not when you are tired or angry), I went back to her room, hovered over her and held her head still with my hands and proceeded to scream back (at the top of MY lungs) that I didn't like her fits and *I* was the one who was going to "call Daddy and tell him" (her words) and then I let loose with growling through gritted teeth and high pitched screams. I admit, the screams were primal and a great release of my emotions, but totally inappropriate, nonetheless. After my third ear piercing scream within inches of her face, she gasped and stopped her hollering. I could tell we were finally "connecting" and I had gotten her attention. I think, at that moment, she understood I had been pushed too far. She told me she "promised" she'd stop - a promise she makes all the time but nothing changes. I told her I didn't believe her because she said that ALL the time and nothing ever was any different with her. If she didn't get to do what she wanted, she always screamed and threw a fit. "I'm sorry" and "I promise" were lies because she never followed through. At that point, we were making eye contact and I could tell she was listening. I stopped my shrieks and said, through gritted teeth, she would stay in her room the rest of the day and play with whatever she wanted IN HER ROOM. I would call her when dinner was ready.
I promptly left and put myself in "time out" as I felt I had done more than enough wrong things in the parenting arena and, also, because I didn't want to cause her physical harm. I placed a call to her therapist - for ME. Rissy and Annamarie came to me and asked if I was okay and I assured them I *would* be and also told them I hated yelling at my children. The two tried to comfort me with pats and hugs, and they assured me, that's exactly how they feel sometimes with Luci when she bullies them. I felt sorry for them. I felt bad for all the times I made them share and be nice to Luci when I KNOW she has been the cause of their discontentment. I wondered, "How can I make them play with her, when I wanted nothing else to do with her?" Bad Mom! Bad Mom!
As I kept to myself in my room, I realized I had pulled my ribs worse than I thought and my side ached horribly. I didn't dare reach or twist and turn to the side, remembering the 3 times in my life I've had back spasms and not wanting a repeat of the same. I took a shower and, OF COURSE, that's when the therapist called me back.
I called her back when I got out of the shower. I asked if I had done anything irreparable to Luci while screaming and yelling in her face, then by ignoring her. The therapist was great. She said, IF she were in public school, she would have found out from the other children (or peers) that rejection comes from inappropriate social behavior. It's something EVERYONE has to learn somewhere and at sometime. She said, Luci is either not picking up the cues that I'm angry OR she is totally aware of it and continues to manipulate situations because she is self-centered (which she IS) and doesn't care about another person's feelings. She said, if I didn't feel like talking to her today because I was upset with how she treated me yesterday, I should let her know. I should tell her, "Your telling me I'm sorry doesn't take the sting out of what you did to me, yesterday."
And, there's the conflict. "don't let the sun go down on your anger" . . .
How do you teach a child life isn't all about them - and if they think it IS, they suffer consequences for being selfish??? How can I rebuke my child if it means I DO let the sun go down on my anger???? Where's that fine line????
Here I sit, a new day, a new morning, and feeling love for a child I can't stand the sight of. I'm being honest here. Totally exposing my feelings and emotions. She's been as sweet and gentle as she can be towards me this morning and I can barely answer her. Apparently, Jesse had a talk with her about "no more fits" and being kind to others.
We've been through this before. Shallow repentance that is short lived. Then the mini-fits again. Maybe it IS appropriate for me to reject her for a "short period" to teach her "I'm sorry" doesn't instantly fix *some* things.
I wasn't particularly tired yesterday. I did (at least) 8 loads (maybe 10) of laundry, cleaned the kitchen up a bit and took those large bins out to the garage. I balanced the check book. I wrapped Jesse's b-day presents. I fixed dinner. Things weren't overwhelming, despite the major meltdown of Luci. I took a muscle relaxer for my back, laid in my bed to relax, and was surprised that I fell asleep shortly after 9:00 o'clock.
With all that laundry washed yesterday, I should be finished, right? Nope. Still piles are left AND that doesn't include the bath towels.
Laundry leftovers to go with turkey leftovers (I'm making turkey noodle soup tonight)
I just finished breakfast. Junk food, but I feel like poor me deserves whatever *I* want today. See how sickness feeds off of sickness??? See how selfishness begets selfishness?
I'm usually very good at holding my emotions at bay while Luci lets loose with her tirades. That wasn't the case yesterday. I don't know if it was the longer than usual ear piercing screams or if the day in day out fits (they've recently surfaced again every morning, until I swat her bottom, then they stop immediately) have worn me out.
The other girls found some curly straws that I've had in the drawer for I don't know HOW LONG and are using them. Luci asked if she could have one, too. My first impulse was to say "no" to make her as miserable as I feel today, but I think I muttered, "I don't care what you do." That wasn't exactly a true statement, but emotionally that's where I'm at with her today. "I just don't care as long as you don't come near me." Lovely attitude, huh???!!!
How can you love a child so much and yet dislike them enough to not want to even look at them or hear their voice? I sit in amazement as I watch Rissy and Annamarie playing "joyfully" with Luci today. Why can't my memory be short and forgiving, like my childrens'?
I suppose the main thing that happened yesterday was all about button pushing. When someone pokes your arm over and over again in the same exact spot, it begins to hurt. Then when it continues some more and the poke, poke, poking of that spot is unrelenting, some primal self-protection mode goes into operation. I can't explain my feelings to myself, so I don't expect anyone else reading this to understand. I feel like yesterday's "poke" was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Our home study lady called early this morning. She said she ended up with a pneumonia diagnosis and has been very ill. This morning, she said she had been vomiting for the past 5 hours. I told her not to worry, we weren't expecting children until next year. She felt horrible and apologies continued from her. I was very sympathetic of her illnesses. Of course, there HAS TO BE a part of me that is happy I don't have to receive anyone in my home today. A part of me that doesn't WANT TO try to put on my happy face.
I didn't teach school yesterday, but WILL today. I have to finish the laundry and make that turkey noodle soup.
No way am I taking the sheets off of our big bed without help. Don't want to stretch my ribs too far.
Bleah! What a downer post. Everyone gets to see a side of me that doesn't emerge very often.
Be blessed ~
and please pray for my bad attitude and for me to find wisdom. We see Luci's counselor again on Friday.
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