And during all the commotion today, my child chose to be about as difficult as I've ever seen her. Geezum. Peetes. Just a sample from this evening:
Me: Kaycie, do you want to go get in the tub with the bubbles? (One of her favorite things in the world, by the way)
Me: You sure?
Me (baffled): Ok then, we can do it tomorrow.
Half an hour later...
Greg: Blah blah blah pajamas blah blah
Greg: You didn't want bubbles tonight, remember?
Greg: Not tonight, it's too late.
Kaycie (with pitiful face and lip tremble): Bubbles?
Me: FINE. But this will be the shortest bath ever. Greg, will go dig her some pajamas out of the dryer while I put her in the tub?
Kaycie runs down the hall, finds a pooh book and forces it in Greg's hand.
Greg: I thought you wanted bubbles?
Greg: You're about to get in the tub.
Kaycie (crying fit in progress): Boooook.
Greg sits on the couch and reads her a book while I go grab her pajamas. After the book, he starts undressing her and putting on her pajamas.
Insert crying fit. I take her down the hall, read 3 books, and put her in bed, which is usually routine and she tells me bye and everything is fine. Tonight she says, "UP?" and starts another crying fit as I leave.
Did I mention that this was not the first (or the worst) tantrum of the day? The first one came at nap time, while I was trying to get her to sleep in her new bed while my mom was sending me texts and I was trying to update my cousins. She ended up in a screaming fit, so I put her back in her crib. She screamed harder. I put her back in the bed. She got even louder. I put her back in the crib and put myself in my bed, where I curled up in a ball and had a minor meltdown. She also went batty at dinner and was flinging herself at me. Seriously. I think she's been possessed today. And of all days, today was bad enough without it!