as they sometimes do.
This is so hard. Sometimes we handle things right, sometimes, not so much. Tonight was a not so much.
Baileigh had been pretty difficult all day long. She gets in these moods where she acts like a mini-teenager.
It worries me to think about what she'll be like when she actually is one if she gets this way now.
I had gone over to Dosh, gone to Dollar General and gotten gas while they were up at the Church mowing with Davey. A little peace and quiet time after our day at Chucke Cheese.
Everything was fine when I came home. I brought them both a coloring page for a contest they're having at one of the mini marts.Steven has always been a really good colorer, is that a word?, so Baileigh started saying how he was going to win, and I said that there were a lot of kids entering so the chances of actually winning were slim, but it would be fun anyway. She just went on and on giving Steven a hard time about it.
Finally she was finished with hers for the night, Davey had gone up to the Church for a minute, or somewhere. He wasn't in the house anyway. Baileigh lay down on the couch and started to go to sleep so I was trying to get her to go change into her pjs and go brush her teeth. She reached out her hand for me to help her up and when she got up I warned her to be careful not to step on Stevens coloring page which was still on the floor. So, of course, Baileigh being Baileigh, she stepped right on it. I smacked her bottom and she was off, yelling at me and saying she hated me and was going to kill me. This was what Davey walked in on.
And once in a while, the man who never loses his temper, loses his temper, and doesn't handle things as well as he should. Because we all do that from time to time. I do it more often than not. :) He started trying to strong arm Baileigh, which never works. It just makes her tantrum worse. Then Steven got in on it b/c Davey was being mean to Baileigh. He wasn't being mean. He's never mean. He was just trying to discipline her, but as we both know, but sometimes forget, regular discipline doesn't work well on the twins.
So, we have one child locked in the bathroom, yes, she locked herself in. Davey sitting in a chair in the dining room, still trying to handle her. Steven's in the front room with me, hands over his ears, yelling at Davey to leave Baileigh alone. And I'm getting upset with Davey b/c he knows this doesn't work.
Finally Davey goes outside. By this time Bay has come down and tells me she's sorry and she loves me. She wants me to rock her to sleep which I do while Steven, who is also calm now, goes to brush his teeth.
When Davey comes in he takes her to her bed. Steven hugs him and apologizes and I take him to bed. All is right with the world once more. Except that Davey's not talking to me and I am very, very, tired.
