Terror on Two Legs
Sometimes, I could just throttle my four-year old. Make that my four-and-a-half year old-- an age which she very proudly exclaims when she is being either exceptionally annoying or exceptionally charming. It's usually the former.
I don't know why Vivi and I butt heads but that seems to be all we do lately. This morning when I met her in the hallway with my usual greeting, "Good Morning! I am so happy to see you." She responded with, "You are a gross woman." It's true that I had not brushed my teeth nor was I wearing pants but I think I deserve a little more respect than that.
That is just one example of the nastiness. Vivi has called me an idiot, a rat, told me that she hated me, threatened to kick me in the face, and proclaimed that she would "kill me in real life." (My mother would say that this is my comeuppance but my nastiness didn't really come out until high school which, at the very least, is expected.)
This all started around the time she turned three and her sisters came along. I think it is a safe bet to say that Jude and Ellie threw us all for a gigantic loop but Vivi was likely the most affected. Everyone told me she would get used to it and it would be better but a year and a half later, it has not improved. In fact, it seems to be worse. We have a zero tolerance policy for name-calling and hitting but all the time-outs and cool-downs in the world aren't helping.
So, in the interest of either self-destruction or promoting our mother-daughter bond (I've yet to decide which it is), I am taking Vivi to North Carolina on Thursday. It will be just the two of us and we are going to visit my sister, Vivi's beloved Aunt Katie. I hope that all the attention and one-on-one time will be good for her and help improve her behavior... if only for four days.