
I know it has been several weeks since I have posted a tackle. I have no excuses. It isn't like we are sitting around in filth and dirty dishes and laundry. Things ARE getting tackled! Heck I even have pictures of some stuff. The problem lies in finding time to post it. Assuming that Picasa and Blogger are going to work hand in hand like they are suppose to, is another problem. Well, I suppose reading back through this that those are excuses but really I was just explaining my lack of posting tackles! Really I was.
Today I am not bringing you pictures of my dirty rooms that need cleaned, or the art supplies that need organized. Nope. I am giving you a picture of this:

and asking you to help me tackle the problem that is...well...I'm not sure of the problem. Is it her? me? them? him? her? school? life?
She seems to be regressing with her development. She acts like, she acts like her brother.
She throws fits.
Big. Fits.
The kind of fit that if you are walking by you would think someone was preforming an at home appendectomy. She has the most horrible mouth. She talks to me like a teenager talks to their parent. I am truly afraid that I am doing something horribly horribly wrong. What happened? I thought the 1st year of their life was suppose to be the hardest. Then you hear about terrible twos. I tell you the terrible twos are nothing compared to this, this, well whatever it is. I just hope it goes away.
She is 4 years old. We were thinking about starting school next year. If she is like this can she go to school?
I am rambling, sorry. I am stumped.
Let me share with you the last hour of our life
10:30-Time to stop painting(we have painted 3 pictures) pick up and get ready for lunch
10:45- Discussing lunch options of rice, noodles, or ham she says in a very whiny voice "I don't want rice or noodles or ham so I want you to get me chicken nuggets"
10:50-"I said give me chicken nuggets" "I told you I don't want noodles" "Well fine I am not eating" I send her to her room for talking nasty and yelling at me.
10:57 - she is still in her room. still screaming like she is the latest victim of some gruesome serial killer.
11:00-I go up for the 2nd time and tell her when she is done screaming she will have a 4 minute timeout and then can come downstairs.
11:05-she comes downstairs and I ask her if she would like ketchup for her ham chunks. She replies "No I want ranch dressing" we don't have ranch dressing. Now I am trying to prevent another fit so I offer to watch a movie and eat in the living room. She takes the offer and picks out Dora.
11:32 - time to brush teeth and hair. She doesn't want to do this and of course feels it necessary to yell her dislike of listening to me.
11:34 - I have taken over combing her hair and she is again screaming as if I am branding her.
11:35- She screams her hatred of everything in this house and her desire to go live with Grandma Janey
Somehow I managed to get through this. Get her to school and survive yet another day with the Ferocious Fours!
Last Thursday I picked her up from school, the teacher met me at t he door to tell me about "an issue" they had. "An issue came up today" she says to me at the door. I am thinking No shit you don't mean my daughter isn't the perfect little angel you have been bragging on for weeks now.
Of course I remained composed and held in all the I told you sos and I have given you fair warning of her current "issues" for weeks. I just listen and smiled with most likely a very transparent smile. When she was done explaining the issue I asked her if she had any ideas for taming the tiger. Her reply was simple. Not comforting. Just simple. "It is a phase"
yeah. great. yippee. another phase.
If I sit and think really hard I can remember the 4 year old phase of Jonas. We had other excuses to make for him though. New family, new house, etc etc...at the time we never once heard or thought he is 4. Nobody talks about 4. WHY? Why did I spend my time at the bookstore searching the parenting books for help with my 4 year old and come up with nothing?
So what is your advice? Am I the worst mother in the world? Is she spoiled? Do I punish her every time she throws a fit, screams, whines, or repeats what I just said but in the form of a question. - THAT ONE IS GOING TO MAKE ME CERTIFIABLY INSANE!