I am literally not going to make it to April 24th and Quinn's First Communion. She's ridiculous. We have a dress that is gorgeous, but of course she doesn't want to wear it now because I picked it out and it was on sale. I told her I thought she would look pretty in bobby socks and dress shoes. She says, NO, I want to wear tights (which of course, every other time I want her to wear, she throws a fit about). I suggested she get a cute purse and gloves (thinking, surely, I'll be on target with this one). NOPE, she says, no to that too.
All I ever hear is how much other girls have and how cute other girls look and how little she has and how we don't let her do this and that! Maybe I'm being close minded and should just let her do whatever, but this dress is seriously gorgeous. I just can't believe that spending three times more on a dress that she picks out (and probably doesn't look as nice), will be worth it. But, I know I should let her because on that day, she'll make my life a living hell if she's not happy.
I don't understand why my daughter is so hard to please. It makes me so angry that she can't be happy about anything lately. I mean, she butts heads with me at every turn. She keeps saying, "I'm not a baby!" - well then quit acting like one! She wants to grow up so fast and I want her to look like a 7 year old, not 17. I feel like I'm holding on to a leash and she's pulling me along with my heals dug in the ground just trying to get away. It's exhausting trying to keep them kids.
If hear one more time how everybody has a Wii but us, I'm going to puke. She said tonight, "There are people in my class who have no money, but if they ask for something, like a dog, or a Wii, their parents will buy it for them!" That was supposed to persuade me in some fashion. I told her those people should not be buying Wii's or dogs if they don't have any money.
I am so mad right now, I can hardly gather the patience to go up and tuck her in. Now who's being immature? I think I need counseling on how to deal with my kids - I'm obviously doing something wrong or else they wouldn't do this to me, right?
Parenting, sucks. If I were to get a report card right now, I'm sure it would be all D's. D for Doing a Poor Job sister. I know I should be more understanding, more patient, more empathetic, but I have no tolerance for spoiled kids and their mouths (which mine apparently is).
All I ever hear is how much other girls have and how cute other girls look and how little she has and how we don't let her do this and that! Maybe I'm being close minded and should just let her do whatever, but this dress is seriously gorgeous. I just can't believe that spending three times more on a dress that she picks out (and probably doesn't look as nice), will be worth it. But, I know I should let her because on that day, she'll make my life a living hell if she's not happy.
I don't understand why my daughter is so hard to please. It makes me so angry that she can't be happy about anything lately. I mean, she butts heads with me at every turn. She keeps saying, "I'm not a baby!" - well then quit acting like one! She wants to grow up so fast and I want her to look like a 7 year old, not 17. I feel like I'm holding on to a leash and she's pulling me along with my heals dug in the ground just trying to get away. It's exhausting trying to keep them kids.
If hear one more time how everybody has a Wii but us, I'm going to puke. She said tonight, "There are people in my class who have no money, but if they ask for something, like a dog, or a Wii, their parents will buy it for them!" That was supposed to persuade me in some fashion. I told her those people should not be buying Wii's or dogs if they don't have any money.
I am so mad right now, I can hardly gather the patience to go up and tuck her in. Now who's being immature? I think I need counseling on how to deal with my kids - I'm obviously doing something wrong or else they wouldn't do this to me, right?
Parenting, sucks. If I were to get a report card right now, I'm sure it would be all D's. D for Doing a Poor Job sister. I know I should be more understanding, more patient, more empathetic, but I have no tolerance for spoiled kids and their mouths (which mine apparently is).
Hopefully, I'll feel better about it tomorrow. I just want them to be good people - why does all this other stuff have to come into play.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Now I'm off to send sweet dreams her way. URRRRRRG.
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