That’s what that blonde haired, blue-eyed, freckle faced little princess informed me this morning.
First time was 8:00 AM, second time was 10:45 AM and the third time so far was 11:10 AM.
Why you ask? Well because obviously I am Mommie Dearest
and Mrs. Hannigan
all rolled into one deliciously maliciously fantastically evil mommy package.
Let’s see: First it was because I told her she couldn’t walk to the park. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I meet up at 8:30 with my fellow strollin’ hotties and we walk a couple of miles with the kids in their strollers at the local Community Center which has this fabulous paved walking trail. It’s got big hills and it’s wooded and gorgeous. I walk from my house because it’s a little over 3/4 of a mile each way, but I walk down a pretty busy street to do it. How dare I not let her walk there, right? *insert eye roll here*
Second: Her room looks like a toy box, a bed, a dress up box and a closet exploded… oh wait, that’s right. They did. I told her she couldn’t come out of her room until it was clean. Yep, you guessed it. “Worst day of my life”
The third: same thing. She wants to dress up and come dance out here in the living room and I won’t let her.
Okay, sign me up.
I win the worst mommy of the year award.
And she’s only 4!! The Drama!! The Drama!!
*** Update 4:27PM. No longer the worst day of her life. She cleaned her room all by herself. I just assigned her one small task at a time. She got to go outside and ride her bike. She got to play while I mowed the lawn and she is now playing with her brother. I once again am in her royal good graces 🙂 Oh the joys? 🙂