Josh is gone for a month. I know there are people who never say when their husband is gone for safety reasons, but I don’t worry about my personal safety here in Bahrain. First of all, I have a dog, which scares off 90% of the people he comes in contact with and second? The most dangerous thing I do every day is drive and that’s the same whether he’s here or not. So, if you’re wondering why I haven’t written lately, that’s why.
Anyway, he’s off playing games in the desert and I’m home playing war-games of my own.
This princess was on a roll last night. She was overtired and in a terrible mood and didn’t want to go to bed, stay in her room, or have anything to do with me. She kept throwing her blankets and pillows at me (which I calmly took and removed from the room). I came back in to check on her and she had thrown her mattress off the bed and onto the floor. Possibly to try and spite me? It was a classic Robin meltdown from the early 90s era. That would be me at 20, btw. Not cute.
Earlier that evening I had said if she refused to brush her hair and she wouldn’t let me brush her hair, then I would have to take her to get her hair cut so it wouldn’t be so tangled. In the middle of her bedtime tantrum, she got a pair of scissors and started cutting her hair because, “[mommy] said we were going to cut it so FINE! I’m doing it myself!” Said with all the rage and attitude of someone a decade older and no wiser.
She’s going to give herself the Hicks girl “elevens” if she keeps frowning like that.
A parting shot.
After about 90 minutes of “unpleasantness,” girlie finally gave up and accepted that she wasn’t getting back the stuff she threw at me (until morning) and that I wasn’t going to let her leave her room, so she helped drag the mattress back on the bed frame and went to sleep under the one remaining blanket. On nights like these, I think I’d rather be up against ISIS.
PS: She woke up happy and contrite and had a great day so whatever bug was up her butt, it’s gone for now. No need to worry about us. And tonight she got ready for bed, tucked herself in, and fell asleep while I was on the phone with Josh. Customer service has clearly subbed out my broken baby for a working model. Amen.