So today I’m absolutely convinced that I’m really not a nice person. There is this saying that children and dogs can feel intuitively if a person is a good person or not.
Well I think, if you should ask my child and my dog, they’ll definitely vote for me as a very bad person.
It started last night when we came home. We allowed the dog to come in with us and she promptly decided to pee on the carpet in the sitting room, with the front door still open and she has just came in from outside. I started to shout and scream and tried to chase the dog out of the house but she was persistant in trying to hide in the bedroom behind the curtains – luckily we have a sliding the door in the bedroom and finally the dog went out there. But by this time my throat was hoarse from screaming. So the dog stayed outside the whole night! I thought Border Collies were supposed to be clever dogs – why can’t she understand this peeing and poohing outside thing?
This morning I HAD to wash Zoe’s hair. Well first she got a big talking to because she has this horrible habit of blowing spit bubbles, she then decided to be stroppy! After a lot of threats she finally decided to wet her hair, only to decide that she is now scared to put her head in the water! This from a kid swimming in the fish pond and going for swimming lessons since she was 18 months old. Still I kept my cool. Finally her hair was washed and conditioned and rinsed.
And then she wanted two pigtails. Now I know by now that she has to choose her own hairbands because she has very specific ideas about she wants in her hair. Well when I asked her to choose, she ignored me and ignored me again and again. I was really not in the mood for a fight so I chose some hairbands. Red on top and white at the bottom – perfectly matching her red school shirt and white leggings.
Well did she throw a wobbly about that because she wants different coloured hairbands – nothing should be the same. And then I noticed that a pamhlet that I wanted to use was missing from where I’ve put it and she acknowledged that she took it and does not know where it was anymore.
And that was the final straw – I screamed and shouted like a banshee!
And then I walked away and when she followed me I screamed some more and when she started to cry, I screamed some more. And then when she didn’t want to apologise I screamed some more!
I feel like a totaly and utter failure in the child and the dog department today. Luckily if I should take a cue from the parent 24 blogs today I’m not entirely alone in this.