I'm NOT picking it up! I'm just NOT!

Discussion in 'General Parenting' started by KTMom91, Apr 27, 2011.

  1. KTMom91

    KTMom91 Well-Known Member

    Miss KT got home for the summer today. There are crates and bags all over the place. Her friend B came over, and the two girls headed into Miss KT's room to begin sorting and organizing. In the beginning stages of cleaning, Miss KT found...a pile of dried cat poop.

    She comes screaming into the living room. "This is not my responsibility! You ALLOWED those cats to **** in there! It's not my fault!" "Miss KT, it's your room. I didn't allow the cats to do anything. What do you want me to do, put diapers on them? Just pick it up."

    Still screaming. "No! I won't! This is not what I wanted when I came home for the summer. I would have worked on campus. I shouldn't have to come home and clean up cat ****! It's Dad's fault. His stuff is in here. I'm NOT picking it up! I don't even WANT those clothes anyway. That's why they're here!"

    "Miss KT, what are you going to do? Sleep next to a pile of cat poop all summer?"

    Louder screaming. "I don't CARE! I'm NOT picking it up! I'm just NOT!" Stomp, stomp, stomp...no slam because she doesn't have a bedroom door.

    I'm laughing so hard I'm crying over this. Just pick up the dried cat poop and get on with the day, already! She and B are in her room and I hear muttering. That's better than screaming, though.

    She's home! Now what do I do?
  2. KTMom91

    KTMom91 Well-Known Member

    And now she's doing her martyr routine, learned from my mother, with wailing and gnashing of teeth, that "there's just no room for me and my stuff. It just won't fit. Dad's stuff is everywhere." sniff sniff "I guess I'll just go live at Nana's for the summer." sniff hiccup sob.

    Out the door she goes. Sigh.I feel like we've taken one giant step backwards to her early teen years.
  3. tiredmommy

    tiredmommy Site Moderator

    Well... just remember that Western NY is beautiful in summer (if she doesn't go to Nana's).
  4. Hound dog

    Hound dog Nana's are Beautiful

    I am such a bad person when my girls did this sort of outlandish drama I did it right back at them.......even more overly dramatic to the point where it was downright ridiculous. I just could not help myself. First few times really made them mad......then they started to laugh about it.

    Weren't you contemplating another trip to ohio?? lol

    The child should be so glad I'm not her Nana. :rofl:
  5. PatriotsGirl

    PatriotsGirl Guest

    LOL I have done the same. I am laughing now just picturing it. LMAO

    I pray you have a more peaceful summer......
  6. DaisyFace

    DaisyFace Love me...Love me not

    Good grief!

    Glad you could laugh about it! I might have responded with "How come poop is automatically MY job?"
  7. crazymama30

    crazymama30 Active Member

    I am glad you are laughing, I don't really know a better reaction! Here's hoping the drama tones down as the summer goes on.
  8. AnnieO

    AnnieO Shooting from the Hip

    Errr - Aren't at least some of them HER cats?

    So technically, by leaving them with you, SHE allowed them to poop in her room...
  9. susiestar

    susiestar Roll With It

    I dealt with the over-dramatic tantrums very early on and NONE of my kids have done that type of thing more than one time to me. I am the one who knew a bunch of people who worked in a dept store in a mall when Wiz was about 18 mos-2yrs old. He was just starting to try tantrums to get his way. I actually laid down on the floor in the shoe dept and kicked my feet and hit the floor and cried and fussed - took him less than 60 seconds for him to beg me to stop because I was "barassing" him (yes, Wiz had a huge vocabulary of big words by 18 mos - hyperlexia can be funny in little kids!)

    I have NEVER had to do more than ask him if he wants me to show him how to really throw a tantrum to get him to stop it. Mostly that even worked at home.

    Jess was 9 and handling the hormonal changes of puberty when she tried me. Again it was in a mall but I didn't know anyone at that one. I dumped a full cup of ice water on her head because she started yelling and whining for something and then tried to hit husband and ran away. I did get her a new outfit because it was freezing cold outside but it cost less than $5 total for shirt and pants from the clearance rack and she HATED them - but had to wear them for the 2 hrs it took to get home.

    thank you doesn't even dare to try it with me. heck, he won't even ask me to buy a comic book - says he will save his $$ for it if he wants it. Doesn't mean I don't get one now and then for him, but he watched me with his sibs enough to be rather scared to push me on things.

    I am sorry she is acting like a toddler. Isn't she the one who insisted on the little cats? Why not tell her that if it is that big a deal maybe you need to think about rehoming them? That used to put things into perspective for even my husband.

    I do like Lisa's method. It can be very effective.

    Just remember that it is HARD to come home from college, esp that first summer. For 9 months (more or less) you have been on your own, able to do what you want when you want (within reason), keep things as neat or messy as you want them. Then you come home and the family has a routine and you all have roles that you play. It is tough to break out of that daughter who has to follow the rules and is expected to do and say certain things (even if the role is "bad girl" or "difficult child" it still comes with expectations and pitfalls). It is even harder to negotiate your new role as semi-adult daughter who has run most of her life for the last 9 mos and has worked to define herself a certain way in the work - but comes home to the some old expectation and issues that were always there.

    no specific suggestions, but a lot of sympathy. I look back at the nutso things I did that first summer home from college and just wonder what alien slurped my brains out and why did he wait so long before giving them back?

    I owuld NOT pick up the lump though.