Coming Back to Life
I’m feeling about 75% today, which is a huge improvement from 5% on Tuesday morning. Getting the z-pack so fast helped, I’m sure. Along with not having H1N1. I assume that’s why I was hit so hard the last time I got this pneumonia crap.
I want to smack a guy on my FB page. I should just block him or delete him, but I hate drama. I need to see how to make it so he doesn’t see my updates. I do not need parenting advice from a guy who doesn’t even have kids.
Elsa is a typical two year old devil child. She is so sweet when she’s happy, but when she doesn’t get her way watch out! She is able to sustain temper tantrums for amazing lengths of time. Yesterday she refused to eat her lunch, insisting on ice cream instead. It would certainly be easy to hand her the ice cream and have her be quiet, but ice cream for lunch is not appropriate. No one ever told me no when it came to eating bad crap and look where it got me. I could win fat lady of the year award. I’d like to give Elsa a better start in life.
She threw the scariest temper tantrum I’ve ever seen. At one point I considered calling 911 because she was so purple I was afraid she’d bust a vein in her brain. She was so upset that she was throwing up. It went on and on and on for almost a full hour.
I have all my little tricks for dealing with Erik (not that I am perfect by any means. He and I go toe to toe complete with screaming fits on both our parts more than I’d care to admit), but none of them work on Elsa. When Erik was this age he would quit having a fit if I walked away. He does not have the resolve to maintain a sustained effort at anything.
This girl has resolve. I walk away, she follows me and flings herself down harder. I pick her up and try to comfort her, she starts physically attacking me. I put her in her bed, she crawls out and follows me.
Finally, finally, finally I made myself some lunch while stepping over her insane self. I sat down and started eating, even though it gives me a stomachache to eat with so much chaos happening. In a matter of minutes she was on my lap, eating up my lunch, acting like nothing had happened.
So now I know. Make myself lunch and she will be there to eat it.
Whew!
So this dumb fuck on FB tells me I should just spank her.
I don’t like spanking as a discipline method because it’s not effective. I’ve done it before and I will probably do it again, but it never achieves what I want it to achieve. I only do it when I am out of control and I don’t like being out of control. I don’t thinking spanking is child abuse, but I think it sits at the edge and some days that edge is quite narrow (at least for me).
You want a child to STOP screaming, so you physically hurt them? What do people do when they are physically hurt? They scream and cry. Yeah. That sounds like the perfect solution! Stupid stupid stupid people.
In other news, I sold my first eBay item! Well, not my first ever, but the first of this batch. The auction runs out in a couple of days, but someone chose the Buy it Now option. It’s so nice to get a little bit of return on these items! Ebay is also a heck of a lot easier to sell on these days than it was the last time I did any selling (when Erik was a baby). Gymboree is having their huge sale right now. Maybe I should place a big order of the super clearance stuff and make a little profit next year.
Some of our wedding gifts have been so well used that they are starting to wear out. Nine years is a long time, especially for some of the items that we use on a regular basis. We’ve been having smoothies every single day and I guess the blender just couldn’t handle all the frozen fruit. The base of the blades cracked, so I have a new one on order. No more daily smoothie or black bean dip. I am obsessed with this black bean dip. Elsa and I eat it every day.
I wonder if I should get one of those bullet blenders instead. It seems to be made for smoothies, but I like to make a huge batch, not just individual smoothies since the whole family likes them.
Ok, I should go take a shower while Elsa is watching George, otherwise she’s going to get in the shower with me. I hate showering with a toddler.