Monday again17 September , 2012
I took some really great photos of Nicola yesterday, but I am getting so confused with what I’ve posted already (out of sequence) and what not that I’m going to make you wait for it this time.😉
So these are not of this past weekend…as you can tell by the sunshine – since we had none of that.
On Friday I took a mental health day. It was fantastic! I got up, got Nicola to school, headed back home to put a dent in the laundry. After two or so loads the municipality and fate decided that this was not the way to spend an off day and the water went off. I collected my post (first time since May!), collected my package (bliss, cause there was only one person in the queue before me), and spent a good hour or so gazing at random things without buying them at the Hyperama (refreshing change from having to fly in and out with a list and a cranky helper). Then I went back home and watched nothing animated for a few hours. I planted some new cherry tomatoes (the package I picked up was the seed I ordered). Made coffee with the water I had in the fridge, set my alarm for 16:00 and had a glorious nap. Really a super relaxed day of almost complete peace and quiet. Not even once did anyone shout abuse at me or throw my things around or at me. Just what I needed to regroup and reset.
The rest of the weekend wasn’t bad either, mind you. The weather was mostly overcast or raining/hailing so we spent a lot of time indoors. On Saturday my aunt and cousin came through from Pretoria for pancakes and coffee and it was nice to catch up with them again for a change. Nicola was feeling very possessive of my mom and wouldn’t let her talk to anyone. I usually get that treatment, even when I want to have a conversation with someone on the phone.
The one incident we did have happened a bit later when miss cranky pants was having a fit about something and chucked a bowl at my head. It hurt like hell! She got a few smart smacks on her bottom to start off and then repeated time-outs until she was willing to A) pick up the bowl and take it to the sink and B) apologise to my mom for throwing her stuff around.
I do not admire the circumstances, but I have to say I admire her spirit. She refused on all counts…repeatedly. In fact when I ask, “are you ready to pick up the bowl and apologise to Ouma?” I get the defiant response of “Never.” Eventually I made her pick up the bowl and take it to the back and we settled on giving Ouma a sorry-hug. It obviously wasn’t working, this time out business so we would probably still have been there if I didn’t change tactics. At some point she said to me, “Jy is nie my maatjie nie!” (you are not my friend), and I said yes, you’re right, I’m not. I am your mother. I love you, and it’s my job to teach you manners, and I will be doing that. I think after about the 10th time out in a row she started believing me for sure.
Anyhoo, even though it did very little for the Saturday situation it really made a big difference in her demeanor for Sunday, so not a complete loss then? We had not one single tantrum all day, no screaming, no throwing things and performing like a brat at all. What a pleasure! This is more the child I’m used to having – wow! I’ve really missed her.
This week’s schedule is a bit closer to normal so I hope that the chaos will settle down before we head out for our long weekend away with my family. I have a good feeling about this week, so keep your fingers crossed!😉 You could probably tell that on top of having no available time last week I really didn’t feel like talking, but I’m all good again so expect more regular commenting and blogging at once!
Hope you all have a kick-ass week (and that you’re the one doing the kicking)…