Tonight was a first in my Firsts Of Motherhood. Or will be, to be exact.
My daughter, on the way home from the library, screamed she didn't love me, then shrieked she hated me, then wondered why she couldn't have any of my pop, also in a high, screechy voice. She then misbehaved in multitude other ways, and so now will be going directly to bed after dinner. I don't believe in sending her to bed without dinner. I have never sent her to bed directly after dinner before. Nor has she ever said she hated me, either.
Now, actually, she's in the corner for whining about dinner.
sigh.
Why doesn't motherhood come with a How-To book??!
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