When The Child was a baby, phases such as the one she’s currently going through were always put down to the fact that she must be teething. As a tooth would emerge a short while later, I always assumed I was right. Then she got all her baby teeth, and from then on the excuse has been that she’s coming down with something. Now I have to accept the fact that it isn’t that simple. Sure she might be feeling a bit under the weather at the moment, but this phase has lasted a bit longer than a cold. Hmm, one cold after another? Or just a crotchety four and a half year old testing the boundaries once more? Well, I’m putting my foot down. At least I have identified part of the problem. The dreaded TV. Now how to solve that part of the problem? I have started to ban the TV until The Child gest dressed. Now getting her dressed in a morning isn’t such a headache. What to do about bedtime? Well, I resorted to turning it off at eight o clock no matter what, and trying to ignore the tantrums that caused. It is hard on the ears though. And I really hate upsetting The Child. I am going to be such a pushover later on I can just feel it. Mind you, I can be just as stubborn as her, if not more so. And I will win this battle. I will. All I have left to say of this matter is, thank god for remote controls, and shelves that The Child cannot reach. I do wonder if I am being overly strict though. Hmm. But I can think of no other way around it.
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