Have you ever had a day where nothing went wrong? Have you ever had a day where nothing went wrong and you still completely and totally could not cope?
I’ve had one of those today. Nothing went wrong. There was not one single thing I could point to about today and say, “There! That is the culprit! Blame that!” Nope. I’m out of luck.
I’m also out of patience. Whoever invented defiance? They can … do unspeakable things that if I described would want to make you scrub your eyes with bleach. Yeah. Oedipal things. Really, really horrible things. Don’t imagine it! What’s wrong with you?
I smacked Fiona’s hand today. Yeah. I feel about as good about that as you’d imagine, given my views on spanking, smacking and really any hitting of a child.
She slapped me in the face and without even thinking about it, I smacked her hand. There was no intention, just reflex.
Then we both got to sit in time out. Together. And say sorry. To each other.
I will admit that she seemed relatively unfazed by it. I smacked her hand and she looked me square in the eye and said very firmly, “No hitting, Mommy. We don’t hit!”
To which I said, “You’re right. I’m sorry. We both need to sit in time out!”
Weirdly, the day went a little better after that. I think I needed a time out. Maybe I should start taking them preemptively?