This afternoon I was told "no, I no love YOU!" through screaming and tears by this sweet cherub. She has been using the potty on at least a semi-successful basis for several weeks now and has just now decided she does NOT want to sit, does not care if she has accidents and told me today she wanted diapers. Then she did not want to take a nap. Even knowing she was tired and probably a little out of sorts after a flu vaccine yesterday and that she's two didn't completely soften the blow of those words.
Earlier this week, this one stripped down naked in protest to my inability to produce a ham sandwich on command. The naked part was kinda funny but the screaming, out-of-control tantrum involving a substance that we did not even have in the house was not.
In fact, sometimes the tantrums and the whining and the complaining are pretty draining. I hold on to two things:
1. Everyone except us finds them to be well behaved, funny, sweet and smart.
2. My brother-in-law (whose teenage (and up) kids set the bar pretty high if you ask me) tells me that if they don't feel like you are depriving them of something at LEAST once a day, you're not doing your job.
Whew. I must be a FABULOUS mother.
Footnote: Upon re-reading #1, I noticed that it sounds rather like I don't think my children are very nice kids. I do. I think they are the bees-knees! Just trying to point out that the naughty, mouthy disrespect, testing, testing, testing, seems to be reserved for us, ergo we must be teaching them SOMETHING :-)