Mortified

It was Valentine's Day yesterday and my husband rocked. I got flowers, some pretty earrings, and he even cooked the steaks that I bought, AND cleaned up the kitchen while I gave Garrett a bath. If I had more time, I would worship the ground he walks on, but for now, he just gets foot massages.

My sister in law called and we had a very lovely conversation. Then my daughter got on the phone and said "Aunt Christy, Mommy spanked my butt this morning. Is she is big trouble?? She spanked it REALLLY HAAARDDD.

Now why can't my daughter tell my sister in law what I a great mother I am. Like the 10 books a night I read to her. How whenever we go to the grocery store, how I always let her get something. Or how I let her take dance classes, or carry her even though she is too big. Oh dear.

And she DID get in trouble this morning. She might look sweet and innocent, but this gal has a set of lungs on her. Every morning for the past two weeks, she wakes up and starts yelling and screaming, and saying she does not want to get dressed, go to school, eat breakfast, have her hair combed. She just wants to run around in her underwear with stinky breath and matted her, is basically what she is trying to convey to me. Between her screaming, Garrett crying, the dogs barking to be let in, me still having to iron my clothes, and get bottles washed and sanitized, I just lost it and ended up spanking her. No THAT hard, by the way!

Nothing conveys "You need an attitude adjustment" like a good old fashioned spanking, in my opinion. After that, she was 110% cooperative to my barking commands!

Well, at least I still have Garrett to try to mold into the perfect child.