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? 🙂
That’s so weird because I thought, actually I was told, today is the worst day of my son’s life. He’s home sick from school and I won’t let him watch tv. Read? Books? Oh, the humanity.
I think this means we are doing our job. Surely appreciation will surface in 20 to 25 years.
If it’s the worst day ever and you are the world’s meanest mommy then you must be doing something right!
Hang in there! And remember, all it takes to turn things around is a batch of chocolate chip cookies!
I agree with Beth. She stole my comment. *stalks off grumbling*
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Man, life sure is rough when you’re 4.
Those days are tough. We had a couple last week and my daughter is only 2! I’m glad the day picked up for you!
I have to laugh at the irony that you could go from cool mom who lets the kids play in the paper shredder snow to ruining their lives in just one week!
KEEP BELIEVING
I still want a girl.
Sigh.
My three year old hasn’t learned that phrase yet. She just yells, ” I hate you!”
Mom of 2 girls here. Trust me, it only gets worse.
My 5-year-old is a pro at the drama and dammit if she’s not teaching her baby sister to be a drama queen, too! 😉
I love that photo and the sentiment, by the way!
haha! I know how you feel. Just as an aside, I loved Carol Burnett’s performance as Ms. Hannigan in Annie, and I love Annie. haha.
I had the same type of evening with my boys. We can be Mean Mommas together!!!
Glad your day got better though:)
Awwwwww…..little kids are SO cute! 🙂
At least she didn’t call you Ms. Hannigan. My oldest two did last week when I was having a particularly trying day.
Melodrama at 4? I can’t imagine 7 or 14?!!
Oh the agony!
Oh girl, it only gets better 😉
Oh, just wait till she’s a TEEN….
After reading that blog…I now have had the worst day of my life…thanks Mrs. Hannigan…
kidding dear…
There is always tomorrow 🙂
Bradley
The Egel Nest
Not a one of you is making me feel any better.
😉
Ugh…that’s comin’ my way. Yesterday Miss Peach said “I’m not saying Hi to you Mommy”. Knife through the heart…I guess I gotta toughen up!
Yep we get the worse day evah’s around here too. I don’t sweat it, 10 minutes later it is the best day of her life. Oh the hormones, oh the drama, oh the schizophrenia!
i’de say you must be doing pretty well if TODAY was the worst day EVER!!
i am having a little fun blog hopping this evening. picking one “reader” from each of my “readers” blogs…and checking them out. ya know, expanding my bloggy horizons.
i am adding you to my blog roll so i can remember to come back and soak up more of your bloggy goodness!!
I LOVE the shot in the rain! Pure gold!
We’ve had days like that. I’d like to tell you the dramatic phase passes soon but it doesn’t. Batten down the hatches! 😉
Oh man. The drama!
Your picture is awesome. Such a pretty captured moment!
i’m responsible for many “worse day of my life” days!! we need to start a club…
xoxo
So, this is what I can look forward to when my girls are 4, eh?? Oh the joys is right!!!!
Raising preshool drama queens is NOT for the faint-of-heart. 😉 Glad she has forgiven you.
You KNOW I understand that.
I am being told now…”I JUST can’t stand you anymore!”
Nice.
Oh I love that shot. That is perfect. I have to admit, when I saw your update that she CLEANED her room, I knew all was right with the world.
Peace. at. last! 🙂
My daughter has said that too me.
Once.
I love that picture & quote. =)
xoxo
I’m sorry, but no one has commented on the fact that YOU mow the lawn. You are MY kind of woman. I too have mowed the lawn – not regularly, but I do pretty much all the rest of the lawn work and I know how to blow a mean leaf blower (did I really just say that?)
Oh, you evil, wicked woman you! How could you?!
Oh, wait… I forgot… That’s what mom’s do. Never mind.
I know the feeling…my 7 year old son told me in the same day the I was “the most horrible mommy ever!” and “the greatest mommy in the universe!” All of this while my 2 year old daughter was in complete oppostiion to her brother on both occassions 🙂
I wouldn’t trade it for anything though. Hang in there!
Two years until I am there, time two. Scared!!
LMAO!!!! I love the pic of Mommy Dearest!! I love going around the house saying..”NO…WIRE…HANGERS..!!!!” LMAO!! I’m glad it’s no longer the worst day of her life. Someday she will look back and wish she was that young and still knew everything.
LOL- I swear puberty drama hormones start flowing at 4. Do boys do that, too? And no, I’m not offended that you compared me to Mommy dearest. (hehe)