Implosion

OK. Who hit Izzy's evil switch back on? She had been doing so well! But last night, there was some sort of glitch, and the evil is BACK.

It started with her peeing her pants at daycare. I didn't get to really talk to D. about it (she was on the phone), but from what I've gathered by talking to Izzy, she "really needed to go," but she "could not get up from her nap" (yes, the end of that sentence is "in time"). Okey dokey, then. And since I had SO MUCH confidence in her record of NON-accidents, I had never brought over a change of clothes for her for "just in case." Um...yeah, so I did that this morning!

Well, she was fine and chipper (albeit DAMP) when I picked her up. After that, I had to run over to my co-leader's house to pick up our 109 boxes of cookies. Izzy came with me (willingly!). I gave her the pair of gloves I had just bought her that day to play with, and she seemed just FINE.

THEN...she took a mitten off, and she COULDN'T GET IT BACK ON! Oh! The tears! The screams (while I'm trying to talk to Cookie Dad and load up mini-van)! The DRAMA!

I fixed her glove.

More crying from the mini-van...?

This time: she had pulled up her sleeve while trying to fix her glove. THE HORROR!

Well, that was pretty much that for the rest of the evening.

She cried all the way home. She cried when I asked her to go upstairs and change out of her still-wet clothes and into a pull-up and her jammies. She stood looking RIGHT AT THEM and actually REACHING for them and told John, "I don't know where they are!"

I tried to be NICE without giving in. SUCH a hard balance! I finally asked Mary to be a good, big sister and help out. Izzy cried and screamed at Mary and wouldn't let her help.

OK. At this point, she can just STAY in her wet clothes--what's a couple more hours, anyway?

Izzy did calm down after awhile and eat her dinner. And then demanded candy. When I said, "Just a minute," the screaming ensued.

She finally got her pajamas on after dinner.

Then we were all sitting on the couch watching TV--me cuddling sick Keith (ya think maybe she was jealous that SOME OTHER STRANGE KID was getting attention instead of her?). She curled up in a blanket at my feet and started sucking her fingers. "Are you ready to go to bed." "Uh-huh."

And THAT was our evening....

...Then once again this morning she took so long to get her clothes on that I was almost late for work. I hate waking her up earlier because it's just obvious that she REALLY needs every minute of sleep she can squeeze out of a night, but I can't see any other way to make our mornings go smoother.

This parenting thing is REALLY exhausting!