My daughter came into the kitchen in a rage because she couldn't find the nail clippers (kids - BOTH of them - are in the habit of taking things out of my bathroom and not returning them. But, really, nail clippers?
She was incensed because she was convinced that Devon had taken them and not put them back and she couldn't ask him because he was in the bathroom. Ok. So wait a few minutes. Not good enough. She wanted them NOW.
So she storms around, digging through things and then when Devon gets out he tells her doesn't know if he has them but to go look in his room. That set her off even more.
She then comes in here (where I'm typing a post to canttakeitanymore about sending her my kid...HA!) and is yelling at me about it and expects me to stop what I'm doing THIS second. When I didn't, it went to hell even more.
But, I did get up and look in Devon's room. I then tried to look in her room with her yelling at me that their not in there, she's already looked. I mean screaming. I then told her that if you can't find them in the obvious places then you have to look in the not so obvious places - through gritted teeth.
She took off. I didn't know where she went, but then found her out back.
It's 20 degrees. She's outside in flimsy jammies, a sweatshirt and slippers. I go outside and she proceeds to yell at me outside, telling me how mean I am, how she's sick of it here - oh and that I need therapy. I told her she needed to get in the house now. She told me no. Repeatedly. Then asked me why. Cause I'm the mom and I said so. She refused. I told her I could call the police and she sneeringly said that I couldn't call them because she refused to come inside.
I wasn't arguing anymore. I came inside. Waited a few minutes and then I called the police.
By the time he got here she had been outside in her flimsy clothes in 20 degree weather for about 20 minutes. I think she realized when the police car pulled in the driveway, because as he was heading out the back door she was coming in.
With the police officer standing right there, she walked in and snarled, "I HATE YOU!" Then when the police officer asked her to sit, she looked at him and snarled, "Why?" She did sit and was crying by this point and continued to tell the police officer why she was so upset. And the reason is....Because I think I'm always right and that she's always wrong. Yep. That's the reason, ladies. She also said that I'm always saying she's yelling when she's not and he said, you just yelled at her right now.
The officer asked me when he came in how I wanted him to handle this and I told him gentle, but firm, but I was not expecting her reaction to the cop. AT ALL. I couldn't believe that she talked to him like that. I think my eyes must have bugged out of my head.
He was very good and told her that I am the mom and she only has 13 years worth of experience and that if they get called out repeatedly, she can be charged with being an Unruly Child and end up in court. That made her mad...that I was right. Kind of ironic, huh.
She said she went outside because she wanted to get away from me. Well, she's not alone in that. Told her she could have gone outside and stayed there had she been dressed appropriately and was not being impulsive. And if she wasn't telling me NO when I told her to do something. That goes over like a ton of bricks with me.
In the meantime, Devon had found the nail clippers. Right where Wynter left them last.
You know, there are times you're really glad the house is clean, besides just for the pleasure of having a clean house.
Poor guy, though. He's allergic to cats and I have 4.
This is just the stupidest thing to get so worked up over. Nail clippers. For crying out loud.