The Good: I woke up this morning. I spent five minutes cuddled in my husbands arms. I can breath. I can see. I have relatively nice skin.
The Bad: We figured out why our toilet won't flush. Albowin confessed to flushing "the thing that holds the toilet paper." Ralexwin is now in the process of taking apart the toilet to get to it, which is NOT pretty.
The Ugly: I cannot begin to find words for the tantrum Vicbowin threw last night. To say that she has a temper is an understatement... it's more like she holds the key to Pandora's Box and whenever she gets overly tired she decides to peak inside.
It's horrible. It's a nightmare. It is usually directed entirely at me.
At approx. 10:30 PM last night she was informed that she would have to go downstairs to use the bathroom because Ralexwin was fixing the other one. She did not like this answer. She decided to start screaming.
She decided to go into her room and scream. The room where Remewin was fast asleep. I was asleep in the next room and woke to this incredible tirade. When I get involved in these things it's never pretty because I have to admit, no joking aside, it takes every ounce of self-control for me to deal with her when she is like this.
Let me reiterate--there are no words to explain how bad she gets when once she has started. She loses all control. ALL control. She says things she would never normally say, she screams and throws herself on you like a demon child. She jumps around and kicks and throws and says anything she can to get your reaction. It is U-G-L-Y and it can last up to an hour.
So last night she went on and on and on. Until her bladder finally got the best of her and she raced down the stares screaming about how horrible a mother I was.
I might add we have two people renting a room downstairs and this is 'their' bathroom and it was now around 11PM.
Vicbowin screamed the entire time she was on the toilet. She screamed when I told her to go back and flush the toilet. She screamed when I told her to go back and turn off the light. She screamed when I told her to go shut the door. Then she slammed it so I told her to go try again at which point... she screamed.
It was nearly midnight before she was calm enough to go back to sleep. My nerves were raw stumps, swollen and bleeding.
This morning when she woke up and remembered that she was now grounded for a week and a half she demanded to know from what. "Everything," was our response.
No friends, no books, and bedtime at 6PM. I tried to explain that if she needed some practice controlling herself and turning her lights out at the prescribed time. So she wasn't allowed to read in bed and she was required to go to bed early. I TRIED to tell her that, but she decided to start up again.
The screaming rose from our house anew. The door slamming, the threats, the insults. . .it was as if I'd been caught in the Twilight Zone. She screamed that it was my fault she had gone into her room to scream. She screamed that it was my fault her cereal was soggy now. She screamed that it was my fault her hair was a mess and my fault she couldn't find her boots.
I left her at the house to take her brother to school.
She swore that if I left her she wouldn't go to school. I'm surprised she didn't throw herself at me and try to physically hold me captive.
When I got back from dropping Albowin off Vicbowin wasn't in the house. My first thought was that she'd actually tried to run-away.
I was wrong. . . she had been in the backyard talking to the dog. When she came back up to the house she was calm and back to the beautiful girl I know and like (always love).
I'm terrified of having her for a teenager.