To say that this past Friday Isabella was a brat would be akin to saying that Oprah Winfrey has a little bit of money. To put it plainly she was just being an asshole. Now I know you're not supposed to call your kid an asshole and maybe I've just offended you to the point where you'll never be able to view my blog again and that's fine, but maybe, just maybe you've had this same thought. And let's just clarify, I'm not saying that she is an asshole, I'm saying that on that particular day, she was acting like an asshole.
I was home on Friday due to some freak incident that I won't get into here b/c it's boring and I'm tired of talking about it. Andy was home too so we were excited for a little impromptu family day. Except that Isabella was flipping out, crying, throwing herself on the floor, scratching my neck in an attempt to get me to go where she wanted to (on the kitchen counter dumping out the sugar bowl). She was in rare form and I had never seen her like that before.
|Beware of the terror in footie pajamas|
Saturday she was an angel and a pure pleasure to be around. Sunday she was fantastic in the morning and afternoon but threw a 30 minute screaming fit because I wouldn't give her a second candy corn (the first one she found on the floor and apparently loved it). This was the tantrum to end all tantrums. I was half tempted just to give her the goddamned candy corn, but firstly it's basically pure sugar and secondly I didn't want her to think I would give into these shenanigans. Eventually she calmed down and wanted to snuggle up on the couch and listen to her tunes, but holy moly for 30 minutes she acted like a mad woman. I hope that this isn't a preview to the terrible two's because it looks like my alcohol bill might double.
So am I alone? Have your kids ever acted like little assholes?