Cheburashka refers to this day as "Love Day." Yesterday she gave me a big red heart made at pre-k. Today, she gave me a migraine.
In a nutshell, my little darling: emptied a bookshelf while I washed dishes, put Baby Kitty in a headlock, pitched a fit in the street on our way shopping (we turned around and went home), after I let her talk me into a detour to the playground on our second attempt at shopping, she refused to leave and did that irritating 'go completely limp' thing when I took her hand, slugged me when I carried her out of the park, dug her nails into my hand and drew blood when I finally set her down. All this while I'm still sick.
I know she's reacting to me telling her yesterday that I was sick and couldn't really do much. I didn't have anyone I could call to step in and watch her. When she saw th eblood on my hand she got really upset, and apologized for the rest of the day, but that didn't keep me from putting her on lockdown. All her attempts to make up with me were met with a steely look and a yeah, ok. I know she's just a child, and she's making up in the way that she can, but part of me is still thinking, 'this a human being who pissed you off,' and I can't help treating her as such. Nowhere near how I would treat an adult, but still.... I guess as a mother, I can't be on point all the time.
As you can imagine, there was no time for knitting today. I am so all over that half-price chocolate tomorrow.