April 03, 2007

Fighting the fight

Tangling with children is not only not for the faint of heart, but not for the weak of body.

I think I was so furious, upset, and tense yesterday that I strained every muscle in my being. Now, I am achy and tired all over.

With all the drama with Sweet/Surly One, by the time Wee One arrived home from school, I was ready to fly the white banner, but I didn't.

She was completely unaware of the chaos and tension, so when I asked her to pick up her room, then take a bath last night, she was a bit defiant as she curled up in her father's leather chair.

Anyone who really knows me is aware I am at my most dangerous when I am quiet.

Dropping my voice to a very low and husky tone I placed a hand on each of the arms of the chair and leaned over the six-year-old: "You have been told what I expect of you. If you do not move, you will not live to see another day."

A retort was on her little lips, but a second glance at my face stifled it.

She furrowed her brow, but a meek: "Yes, Ma'am," was all that was forthcoming.

After I straightened I saw my mother out of the corner of my eye.

Mom: "Thank GOD! If you were going to tangle with that one, I was going to have to leave right now. I can't take anymore."

Yeah, I know that feeling.

Posted by Christina at April 3, 2007 09:50 AM

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I told you the Wee one is fast on the uptake.

Poor you, hon. And your Mom, too. Hugs to both of you!

Posted by: caltechgirl at April 3, 2007 10:57 AM

Hoo boy... That was close!

Posted by: Richmond at April 4, 2007 02:13 PM

Kids! Gotta love them.

Posted by: LeeAnn at April 5, 2007 11:55 PM

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