Thursday, March 23, 2006

My life is a trash talk show...ok, just sometimes

Even in the most frustrating, doubting if I should be a parent, and intense times there are moments of hilarity. I was at a loss with how to deal with my tired daughter who was not handling frustration or the word "no" to well as evidenced by the repeated whining, crying and sobbing. After trying to comfort and reassure her and emapthize with her, I was at a loss. The behavior was only intensifying. In my frustration and loss, I placed her in the bed and instructed her to stay there until she was ready to act "nice" - which isn't our common practice. She immediatly climbed out of the bed sobbing "no bed, mommy, no bed?" I said firmly, "get back in the bed or I will spank you." To which she immediately screamed and ran down the hallway crying and waving her hands in the air repeating, "no bed, no bed." At this point, all I could think about were Jerry Springer and Maury Povich. You know, the shows where the "significant other" can't believe their loved one cheated or can't believe the lie detector test said they were lying or can't believe the 47th DNA test proved this man wasn't the father either. Typically, someone goes running off stage crying and screaming and waving their hands in the air and later collapse on the floor backstage. I'm thinking about sending in an audition tape and using my daughter's talents to earn some extra cash or a free vacation or at least some sympathy.

In truth, it's amazing and frightening how much my child reveals my own childish ways.

3 comments:

Wendy said...

Hmm... Sending me to bed would no longer feel like a punishment. I'm all about naps.

Look at you with your new design. :)

Anonymous said...

I heard a story like this where a mother let her grandkids run loose during a wedding in hopes of a good audition tape for "America's Funniest Home Videos" maybe you two should talk.

Lisa said...

i know who you are anonymous. BTW, whatever happened to that wedding tape?