It's 11:26am. We're about to leave to go get Drew from school (Fridays are half days) and then we'll come home and I'll make lunch for everyone.
Lauren just brought me a mini bag of Cheezits, you know, those individual bags from Costco? She said, "Mommy, please?" I said, "No, we're going to have lunch in 30 minutes." She said, "I WANT CHEEZITS MOMMY, PLEASE!" and then jumped up and down like a fool.
I gave her the Cheezits.
What is wrong with me? I am SO OVER the noise and the pleading that I am just now realizing that for reals, that child gets everything. I just want the noise to stop so I give in.
I am so proud of the parent I was with Drew and William. Strong, consistent, reasonable, etc. With Lauren I'm like, "Sure, whatever, just stop making so much noise." I'm pretty sure that approach is going to backfire very very soon.
I'm becoming what I've always called the WalMart Mom. The one who has the kid who acts like a brat and the mom gives in, with a smile. I always thought those women were such weak sisters. I've become one of them. I must get the power back. It's about 51% in my hands, 49% in Lauren's hands right now and that is a very scary thing.