The Other Britton

Britton and I went to Target today after school to buy a birthday present for her friends joint birthday party which is Saturday.

Big mistake. Huge.

Immediately she wanted a toy, then when I said ‘No’ proceeded to have what I have now termed ‘A Britton Fit’. Arms flail at her sides, she whines, asks for the same thing repeatedly, lags behind, asks again, whines louder… It is a song dance she has perfected over the past 5.5 years.

And I am tired of it.

I have learned to tell her no, then ignore her childish (ie- 2 year old) behavior.

We (I) pick out the gifts for her friends birthday and head to the car where she proceeds to tell me that I am “de worst mommy eva!”

She goes on to say, “You’ah job is to waise me to be a good mommy one day, and you ont doing dat” (translation: Your job is to raise me to be a good mommy one day, and you aren’t doing that). “You ah stupid”.

So, several apologizes later, and no television she went to be exhausted. I really think I should start getting her in bed at 6:30 pm. By 8 pm she is so tired that she begins her ‘drunk crying’.

I had friends in college (okay, high school too) that would drink, then cry to their friends uncontrollably). Oh, my sweet sweet Britton!