Random and Odd

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She was about 3 years old when Kara FREAKED out in a pizza place in Oregon. I want to apologize to any of the patrons of that restaurant on that day for Kara’s behavior…and my own.

This isn’t the story I am going to tell, because that story is just mainly me thinking that I could take this child out to get pizza without her freaking out and making me pull out my hair, make a million trips to the bathroom and ending up handing her to a relative that had already had kids and knew what to do, because CLEARLY I had NO idea what to do.

Sometimes you just need to listen to people that have already had kids. Sometimes those people are not around so you have to figure out how to do it alone. That is where THIS story is going…the time I thought I knew what the RIGHT thing to do was.

She was young, but old enough to know she better not talk back. She talked back. the whole “Time Out” thing was starting to get super popular and it seemed to be working for my friends.

“Kara, go stand in the corner for a time out. You need to know you can’t talk to Mommy like that.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” and yes, it sounded JUST like that.
“KARA, corner. You are in time out. I want you to think about what you just said.”

Now, I can make this story really long and go into the next 25 minutes of how we argued about this whole “Time Out” thing and how stubborn she was everytime I put her in the corner. I won’t do that to you. Just so you know it escalated to me AND her having a screaming match in the living room about her going into a corner and her having the last say in the matter and saying some pretty bad things to me, her mother, the one who gave birth to her…and she’s only like 3 at this point.

I had ENOUGH. I drug her into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet and put soap in her mouth.
I don’t know WHY I did this, it makes NO sense to me now, but at the time it did. She got even MORE pissed off and pulled the soap out of her mouth were shavings caught her teeth and now she has soap in her mouth and she’s FREAKING THE FUCK OUT.
She is SCREAMING at me because she has soap in her mouth. I am SCREAMING right back at her telling her she deserved it.

She throws the soap at me. I am now FREAKING THE FUCK OUT. How the hell did I lose control this fast? I went from a simple time out to her screaming and throwing shit at me. I grab her and put her in the tub and turn the cold shower on her.

I thought she was freaking the fuck out before….no, that was just a warm up for how pissed she is now. I am holding her in the cold water for about 15 seconds and it’s like holding a cat in there. “I’M GETTING WET!” she screams, “You done screaming at me?” I ask.
“YES!” I turn off the water. There is my little girl sitting there PISSED OFF and soaking wet. If looks could kill, I would have been torched, cut up and buried in dog shit.

“You ready to be nice? You ready to listen?”

You can hear her teeth grinding. “Yes.”

“Go stand in the corner, and think about what just happened.”

“BUT I AM ALL WET!”

She stood there. Dripping wet for about 60 seconds before I heard the breaking of her will.

“I’M SORRY MOMMY! I WILL BE GOOD FOR NOW ON.”

I told her to go change and when she came out she was a different little girl. She NEVER questioned me after that. She crawled up into my lap and we talked about what happened and how we both never wanted that to happen again.

I love her SO much, but I will tell ya, I never wanted another one after her because she made me crazy. Of course now she’s my bestest little friend and I would be LOST without her.

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