It’s been a couple of weeks of arguments and screaming caused by a too smart threenager. Maggie decided to get into it with her pre-K teacher last week and what ended up happening, besides her getting her own classroom to scream in for a bit, was me having to come and extract her from the school and spend a glorious few additional hours with a grouch.
I mean when looking at it that way, at least it’s not just us she’s being a threenager with, so I guess that makes me happier.
Every day is about testing some limit, finding it doesn’t budge, and then screaming her head off until she’s tired. OK, not every day, but a variation of the tantrum coefficient comes about 6pm every day, or 7pm pre DST time change. Maybe it’s the witching hour thing, I don’t know.
It’s reached the point where she says she doesn’t want to play with me and I think “thank god, go in another room and get your grump out”. I lost track of how many times I’ve simply placed her in another room when she started kicking things.
She tries to bargain, tries to scream until you back down, and it becomes a thing of I really wish I had a bigger house just so there would be some place where the volume exists somewhere below forth row of a rock concert.
Seriously considering just stocking up on foam ear protection but worried that besides helping to maintain my sanity I might not hear something indicating the kiddo had dropped a wall on her.
I start seeing how those Total Transformation Programs can sound appealing.