Tomorrow is another day and surely it can't be worst than today, right? Guess what? When you have a toddler who has suddenly going from angel to devil, it totally can. Little Miss G has started a 'phase' right after Christmas and it is showing no signs of slowing down. It all started with a rather severe obsession for fancy dresses, especially the ones of the princess variety that she was gifted or that she inherited from older friends. (check my Instagram and you'll understand the full extent of the madness)
I was starting to resign myself to the fact that these days Miss G looks nothing but a pink polyester and vomit-inducing vision when things got even worse. I used to have to negotiate with her in order to take her fancy rags off for bathtime and bedtime, having begrudgingly conceded to walks to the supermarket in our pink finest. However, it now turns up that this was the tip of the iceberg. She is in fact pretty much enjoying torturing me on each and every single garment and accessory that is required for her to keep warm, walk or sleep in.
I hear you saying 'just let her experiment' or even 'roll with it' and I would unhappily second the advice if it wasn't that her 'wants' don't make sense. If she demands pink tights and I give her just that, somehow it is still not OK. I hear 'I CAN'T wear it' about 60 times an hour. No kidding! Even when she is finally OK with a specific hair style, she will then cry and say 'I can't wear this spilla* mamma!' The hormones / frustration / witchcraft (delete as appropriate) have taken hold of her little body and I'm in for 35 minutes of screams every time we need to clothe or unclothe ourselves. It is just my sodding luck that this 'phase' comes in the snowy weeks of the year! If only it had been summer, my fights would last a quarter of the time, FFS!
Not satisfied for driving me nuts every time we have to get dressed, she has started to challenge me on pretty much everything and she is just driving me mad. I use her hideous princess dresses as bargaining power and I therefore hear myself saying things like 'If you don't do this / wear this / stop screaming ... you will not be allowed to wear your princess dress today' It is amazing how that threat makes her stop for a second and think her next move. It has worked at times and, when she still didn't curb the madness, she has accepted the consequences. Tonight she has been looking at the dress with sad eyes and greeted Mr H on his return by saying: 'G has done lots of crying and can't wear the princess dress now'
What should I do? Please share some advice, I beg you. I hear myself saying 'princess dress' about 100 times a day and I swear that it is starting to disturb me. Whatever you say, don't tell me tomorrow can't be as bad. I won't fall for that one any more!
*spilla = Italian for hairpin