It’s only 10am. I’ve been awake since 5.30 though, so it seems later. And this morning, it seems like everything Elspeth does is calculated to piss me off:
I kept telling her not to go into the bedroom, because Aidan worked night shift and needs to sleep now – so what did she do? Went into the bedroom.
I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, she said weet-bix, so I got her weet-bix, and then she refused to eat them.
I reminded her not to climb on things. Then she climbed on a chair, fell off, and hurt herself.
She even threw a tantrum over putting her underpants on, wanting a nappy instead.
She is becoming very wilful, opinionated, and stubborn. I’d like to say that I don’t know where she gets it from, but unfortunately she’s inherited that directly from me. I can see us clashing more and more as she gets older; we are two people who don’t like to back down! The only benefit I really have is that she still can’t open her own bedroom door, so sending her to her room is still effective. It works for both of us – she knows she’s stuck until she agrees to smile, and I get a little time to collect myself and calm down. Heaven help me the day she figures that door out!