Will it ever end? Today I came home to a bunch of Itty Bit's friends in the house. Which I love. They laugh and play and do little girl things. Those kind of sounds are a novelty here. So when it happens, it makes me very happy.
But of course, DQ had to go and ruin it. I found that she had eaten a piece of cake, (that I hid for Itty Bit before DQ could eat it all.) and opened a can of frosting, ate half of it and put it back in the cupboard. Of course I confronted her, and then I changed tactics. I grabbed some of the makeup off her dresser and informer her, that it was now mine, because she stole from me and her sister. She became livid. We struggled at my bedroom door for a moment before I got it locked. (It's a keyed entry, for obvious reasons) I handed her the half eaten can of frosting and walked away.
I went to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner. A moment later, she came around the corner and said "Here, catch." I said "Don't you dare!" and she threw it at me. With every intention of hitting me.
I called her therapist, who advised me to call the police. They came and gave her the "Stern talking to", told me to pick my battles and then left. She is unaffected by the interaction. But this is a milestone for me. I called the police, which I have avoided for fear of her having a criminal record. She has tied my hands, and left me know choice.
Thanks for letting me vent!
