Today has been a rough day, to say the least. Each day this week, Preslie has decided to be testy and do something naughty to get in trouble, which just isn't like her. She has always been such an obedient, and good little girl. I've always kind of imagined that it would happen sooner or later, but have been lucky thus far and blessed with a little angel. The problem with this though, is that she has never really been in trouble, so I've never really had to punish her for anything.
Earlier this week on Tuesday, I got off work and then went to pick her up from my Mom's house. I told her that I wanted to take her to do something fun before it was bedtime, but we had to go to the store first. When I pulled up at Costco, she got mad and said, "I don't want to go to the store!" I told her we just had to pick one thing up really quick, and then would go do something fun afterwards. She instantly went into a pout and told me that she wasn't going to go inside. After I got out of the car, I walked over and opened her door, but she was still refusing to get out of the car. Now let me mention right now, that if there is anything I REALLY don't like in this world, it is when a child talks back to their parents. I stood there and told her she needed to get out of the car right now, to which she still sat defiantly and said NO, so I started to count to 3, which I also hate doing, and never really have to do with her. When I got to 2, she said with a nice little sassy voice, "What are you gonna do?"
My eyes almost popped out of my head and I nearly slapped her little mouth. No joke. By the look of my face she knew that she went to far, and then instantly started to unbuckle herself and get out, but it was too late, I was nearly yelling at that point and telling her how I was going to spank her little butt if she ever talked back to me like that again. Let me also interject here, and explain that I am not a pro-spanking parent. I personally was never really spanked as a child, and don't think it should be necessary.
Up until today, I have never spanked her.
When I got off work, I headed over to my Mom's as usual to pick up Preslie. When I arrived, I walked into a situation where apparently Preslie had asked her Grandma to get her a roll with some butter, and then after she got it, decided that it tasted funny and wasn't going to eat it. This may sound a bit silly, but apparently it wasn't the first time today that she had asked for something specific to eat, and then didn't want to eat it afterwards, so my Mom was a little mad at this point. Grandma decided that to make a point, Preslie wasn't allowed to leave the table until she had finished eating this roll. Meanwhile, I had had an especially long day at work today, and was anxious to get home. I sat down at the table, and it took Preslie 1/2 an hour to finish eating this little roll, I kid you not. Worst of all, she was totally being sassy about it and throwing a fit about it the entire time, which was just really making me more mad, as I was embarrassed to see her act that way, especially towards her Grandma. Finally, she finished eating it, and then stormed off down the hall, still full of attitude.
I got up from the table and went to find her so I could sit her down and have a talk with her about it, but then I couldn't find her. I looked EVERYWHERE in the house, and still couldn't find her. Finally, myself, my Mom, and my Grandpa were all running around the house calling for her and still couldn't find her, so I looked outside. First the backyard, then the Front yard. My Mom was outside asking the neighbor if he had seen her come outside, and when I still couldn't find her, I panicked and started walking up the street to see if she had ran off.
Finally, my Grandpa found her hiding behind one of the couches, and signalled for me to come back. By then, I was seeing red, and was SO angry, that I knew I was going to spank her. When I went inside, I found her still hiding behind the couch, so I yelled at her to come out, and then picked her up and carried her downstairs. By then she was already crying, because I'm sure she knew that she was in serious trouble and was scared. When I got downstairs, I put her down and gave her a really quick spank on the butt, but it was certainly not a soft spank. By then she was in full blown tears and sniffles, and just stood there crying and looking at me in disbelief. I was a little surprised myself. At that point, I took her and put her in the car, and then drove home. Upon arriving, I told her that she was going straight to bed. I walked her inside and then made her put on her pajamas, and then brush her teeth, and then had her get into her bed.
I really hope that she has learned her lesson, and that I don't have to spank her again. I hated the way it made me feel, and I hated seeing her that sad. Ugh. Worst parenting day ever. :(
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