Rough Stuff

So today was a test of my patience - or rather impatience.

I took the girls to The Glen to return some stuff I'd bought from Woolies the other day that wasn't quite suitable. I packed a bag for them with snacks, drinks and things to do so they wouldn't get too bored.

You'll be proud that I was still semi-patient by the third interruption of my shopping because KK need to go "wee-wee". Yes, the third trip in half an hour. My thoughts were : aw well she's little and she's drank too much this morning already (bearing in mind it is scorching HOT here at the moment).

I started loosing it when she bit her sister on her arm so I immediately paid for my parking and we left to come home. I hate sibblings fighting and bickering.

When I got home, it was my turn to dash for the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom, KK thought it was a good idea to get into her shoe drawer and empty an entire bottle of J & J's moisturing foaming bath oil into every pair of her shoes!!!

As I was cleaning up from that fiasco, KK got hold of another bottle of shampoo from Megan's cupboard and rubbed the entire bottle into the carpet in her room. I saw BLACK - not even red. I gave her a smack and put her in the bathroom, figuring that she surely couldn't get up to any mischief in there?!

I was wrong!

While I was cleaning the carpet in her room, she unraveled most of the toilet roll and dipped little handfuls into the toilet and proceded to "clean" the floor with her little balls of toilet paper. If that wasn't enough....

(I know - now you're starting to NOT believe me right??) Wrong! Its all the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. So help me!!!

...she had made a poo in her potty and decided to "clean" the floor with her sloppy poo.

Oh Brother! or should I say Oh Monster?!?!?!?

I can't stand it anymore. KK just doesn't listen...you can warm, you can smack, you can put her in time out, you can try to ignore...disciplining her is a MISSION of note. I know not where to turn...

I needed a cigarette after all that ...so I went outside on to the stoep (closing all the doors that she could possibly go in and create another commotion)...

The dreaded noise....SILENCE!!!

I knew she was up to something. She had managed to get the top off her sippy cup and was pouring the contents onto the coffee table all over her brand new cardboard puzzle.

I kid you not!

What do I do with this child?

I have a few ideas that pop into mind but I don't think I'd be very popular with child services.

Having an almost 3 year old is FRUSTRATING to say the least and to add a little spice to that, a 3 year old who does not show the slightest remorse or learning from her punishments....

I'm convinced her ears fell off somewhere along the line and she's making fun of me in her dreams while she's napping right now. That little smirk just tells all...