Although I am know psychiachrist, I think I know my little one and hope I know her well enough to call out her actions.
I wrote yesterday that Anastasia was in a bad mood in the morning. She was definitely in a better mood yesterday afternoon and this morning things seemed normal as I joked with her while we were eating breakfast.
She told me last night she was in a bad mood because she was worried about the Parent-Teacher conference I have today. Which is why I thought she is being poopy. I told her not to worry, we will talk about it a after the conference.
Yes, she used her super powers on me again.
So today I have the Parent-Teacher conference and I am looking forward to hear what she has to say.
We are at the bus stop this morning and my daughter is in a bad mood. I ask her what’s wrong, she says nothing. Of course there is nothing wrong, she acts like this all the time!
I ask again. She tells me the janitor at the school throws away everything. So she is SURE her lunch box is in the trash. And gone forever. And lost to the garbage wasteland. And so on.
I asked her where she put it. She told me it is by her desk. I told her, surely the janitor will not throw away something by her desk and all she needs to do is remember to bring it home.
She is a wreck because she doesn’t want to be grounded this weekend. So what do I do when she asks me, “What happens if it isn’t there and I don’t bring it home?” I tell her exactly what any strict, follow the rules, responsible, true to punishments parent would say:
“We will talk about what happened, and then we will decide what to do.”
Yes, she has super powers, right at that, I’m gonna cry, sad, almost in tears look, burrowing deep in my eyes I folded under her super powered pressure.
She’s my little girl. Do I need an excuse?
