Oh boy. This is our house every night. If it's not one thing, it's another.
The hard part about being a parent is...being a parent. I am not here to be Carley's best friend. I am her mom and I am supposed to guide her and teach her to be a good person in life. Part of that is saying no.
Now, for some reason, everyone assumes (most likely because she's an only child) that I never tell my child 'no'. I have always been strict with Carley, but I did let her win some battles. I have never wanted my child to fear me or be submissive, so it's not my style to say no to every single thing. I let her win some battles but the important ones I always won. But since I'm not the one who is with her every single day, the discipline has been inconsistent.
Lately we have been more strict about things and it has made life hard, different. I am reluctant to take her public places. People stare at you like you are a child abuser or that you can't control your child instead of the child being a 3 year old that has yet to learn how to express herself.
Last night we had a fight about an ice cream cone. It ended up being a long night. This morning she woke up asking for that same ice cream cone. And so my day begins...I can only hope this is a quick phase. My patience is wearing thin.
