Thursday, March 19, 2009
I HATE YOU!!
My daughter hates me. I've suspected it for awhile. Just the sight of me brings her to tears sometimes. really it's the sight of the brush in my hand, but it does get old EVERY SINGLE DAY...
Every once in awhile she asks, "Mom, will you be nice today?"
The other day when I picked her up from preschool I started to wonder if she had been kidnapped on her way in because every single kid was outside and there was no sign of Gwen. She finally sauntered out, didn't even look around, and just started talking to one of her friends. Finally her teacher said, "Gwen, your mom is right there." To which she replied, "I know." and still refused to even acknowledge me.
Her obvious reluctance to come home from school was a big clue, but then today she confirmed my fears when she yelled down the stairs "MOM...I HATE YOU!!"
So now it's official. My four year old is a teenager already. I can no longer do anything right and I have become the most stupid person in the world to her. (most studid, stupidest...? It's already happening.) Next she'll be correcting the spelling on the notes I leave lying around the house with a red pen. (Sorry Mom, I was a brat. I know it now.)