The Crazy

I don't know what to do about Peanut. She is naughty.

It isn't a matter of her even just ignoring what I tell her, it is a matter of just pure naughtiness.

We were at the pool and peanut said "hey look at me." She was squatting down and was mooning the people behind her. IN A PUBLIC POOL WITH LOTS OF PEOPLE AROUND. It wasn't even like it was incognito. She could see the horror on my face as she started to pull down her swim pants. I told her no, but she didn't listen. She DID IT MORE resulting in her squatting and bending over while having her suit bottom around her knees. I yanked her up and sat her down behind everyone.

The thing is, I don't really have anything that gets through to her. I take away things, but she doesn't care. I do all the "things" I think I should like say "This is not a good choice. I know you know how to make good choices so we are going to give you a chance tomorrow."

Tonight I frosted about 50+ cupcakes in front of her because she kept jumping over the back of the couch after I told her not to. I took away her Hannah Montana sticker because she put chap stick into the cart, and I didn't notice it until I had already bought it.

I got to school today and she was sitting "on the red wall". The "red wall" is where you go when you are in time out. She was there because she hit her friend. The teacher also said she didn't take a nap, AND she wouldn't stay on her mat when she was suppose to be resting. When we got into the car I asked why she hit her friend, Sophie. "I wanted someone to taste my nachos because they are just cheese and chips but they are spicey and I don't like spicy foods."
"What? How is this related to Sophie? Where did you get nachos?"
"I made the Nachos and Sophie wouldn't taste them because she doesn't like them."
"What? Were the Nachos real?"
"No"
"So you hit Sophie because she wouldn't taste the imaginary Nachos?" She took the long wordy way of confirming that yes, she hit her friend because she wouldn't taste the imaginary Nachos.

She is so crazy. Please tell me this is just a phase.

The things is, she was SO GOOD this morning. We sat in the rain for an hour waiting for the H1N1 vaccine. She didn't complain. I was so proud of her that I bragged to her teacher about her when we got to school.

I am not looking forward to the next couple of days of sugar fueled craziness.