This last week of parenting can be described as a constant battle. M has been non-stop oppositional.
M, let’s get dressed. No! I don’t wanna get dressed! *runs off in another direction*
M, we have to get in the car, it’s cold out here. No! I don’t wanna get in the car! *tries to run in opposite direction*
M, come on, get out of the car, we’re here. No! I don’t wanna get out!
Time to put your pajamas on. No! I don’t wanna put my pajamas on! *runs*
You get the idea. Also, doing crazy things, like eating rice with her hands and squishing it all around, spreading food all over her stomach, dumping drinks out, throwing things, antagonizing the cats, etc etc etc. This started at the tail end of the non-dairy period, and has continued into it. It doesn’t coordinate with dairy at all. She’s not had candy or pop or chemicals. Nothing about our routine has changed. She’s had quality time with me and lots of attention.
Last night I was hunched over a bottle of wine, ready to have her in bed, asleep, and start watching X-File reruns. I needed to be off duty. I needed to have a thought that wasn’t interrupted by “No!” or whining or crying or begging.
I came to work today only to start feeling sick, like congested and feverish sick. Looks like Thanksgiving will suck for that reason. I hope I feel better enough to work three 12s in a row this weekend before our trip to Vermont!