Monster In The House

There's a monster in the house.  Alive and well, it thrives on stressful situations, and devours the tired and sleep depraved...

She's a willful little monster.  Watching for the tinest foothold, she pounces and is on you before you even knew she was watching.

Oh yes folks, the honeymoon period is officially O.V.E.R. 

The last 4 days have been a nightmare.

Every single thing she can find to argue about, she does.  Mind you, I really do TRY and not get sucked into that bait she dangles at every turn.  But, I am human, and I have been under some stress lately...and darn it, she KNOWS that and comes on even faster and harder than before.

Everything is a "No!" and stomping around, hurumping, crossing her arms and giving me dirty looks. (Yay, I just love all this! NOT)

I gave my word over six months ago that I would help my sister with her daughter's baby shower. It's my nieces first child, a boy, and they are so excited about it! I won't be getting any grandchildren any time soon, so I have to live vicariously through others...so, I agreed.  At the time, we were still in the waiting phase of placement. 

IT, the placement, seemed like a really long ways away, and wasn't even quite believable at the time.

Oh foolish one. 

Had I known what hell trying to make this shower a wonderful memory for my niece would bring on the homefront, I would have run screaming, "Nooooooooooooooooo!!!" when she asked!

When they say you have to dedicate the first 120 days to your child, maybe times that by each child you bring into the home, they MEAN it!

These children DEMAND that you pay attention to them and only them.  It is "sit and watch" her do all things, even if she is watching TV, she wants me sitting in the chair watching her.  I thought, oh, well maaaaybe I can try and make some felt baby shoes in the chair. 

Oh foolish one.

She got jealous of that. 

Trying to make fondant critters for the "Ahoy, it's a boy!" sailboat/ship theme boat, such as crabs, life rings, starfish, and even Nemo. meant that I had a little monster right there beside me.  She tried spitting on something I was making.  She tried flicking spaghetti sauce on the cake after I finally got the fondant smooth (and looking beautiful I might add).  She tried bouncing a ball into it.

All to "get my attention."  Well, it worked.  She got my attention.  I had to get after her, make her sit in a chair nearby, and she threw a tantrum. So, off to bed then, little monster.  She kept yelling, "you are MEAN!" from the bedroom.  Am I?

The shower is tomorrow.  I can't very well call now and say, there will be no cake.  Life doesn't just stop because a little monster is jealous.  I have given her extra times where she sits near me or on my lap, thinking that would help...

Oh foolish one.

Sigh.  I have no idea how tomorrow will go.  I have a monster afoot. Loose. On the prowl.  ARRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh foolish one.

monster.in.the.house.