For example, this past Friday, Jackie was whiny and just downright sassy from the moment she walked in the door from school. She didn't like what I was cooking for dinner, she didn't want to clean up her room, she didn't want to put her coat and shoes in her room, and on and on. I asked Jackie what happened at school to make her so moody. "Nothing!" she said. When dinner was ready, both of the kids started to fight over who was going to hold my hand v. Daddy's hand for the blessing. Nothing was working out to make Jackie happy this night. She continued to whine during dinnertime. She demanded that I give her a drink. "Well, little miss, you can get it yourself because you know where the cups are and you can easily dispense the water from the refrigerator." Of course, this only agitated Jackie even more. Jackie just kept on until Tim and I told her to go to her room. Jackie refused and continued to whine and cry and began to do an annoying thing with her plate. Then Tim took away Jackie's plate and told her to stop crying and go to her room. Jackie started to scream that she was hungry and that she wanted her plate back. Tim just picked up Jackie and put her in her room. Jackie slammed her door behind her and started to scream at the top of her lungs. Then suddenly, her door flung open, Jackie stepped out, then started to scream "I want my plate. Give me my plate. I'm hungry", a scream unlike what I've ever heard from her before. For some reason, I found this to be funny and just started to laugh. Then Tim started laughing and then Ben joined in. This only made Jackie more angry and she slammed the door again. Hard. Then she stepped out again and began screaming. Again. At the top of her lungs. I looked at Tim and told him that I'm getting my own apartment before Jackie starts into puberty.
We just calmly told Jackie that as soon as she stops her crying and screaming, then she can come join us and get her plate back. Within a few moments, Jackie did stop crying enough to get her plate back. But whew! I do NOT look forward to her adolescent years. Even my own mother says I wasn't that bad. Folks, I'm going to needs lots, LOTS, of prayers in the coming years.
I won't even go into how Jackie helped to make my birthday weekend one of the worst weekends ever. I mean the ENTIRE weekend, Friday through Sunday. Happy Birthday to me!
As you can see, I have a very talented little diva on my hands.