The Wrath of Claire
Claire is an early riser. She wakes up in a good mood every morning. It doesn’t matter if is sunny, rainy, snowy, too early or even if she’s sick. She’s happy.
This, however, only goes for when it’s morning. Because when this applies to naps, and I have to actually wake her up, it’s never a good time.
I usually can let her just go and sleep. But the past two times she’s actually napped, I’ve had to wake her up for this or that. The one time, it was for taekwondo. Today, it was for the gym.
Thursdays is the day we have designated as taekwondo day. Usually my mom is there to help out by either watching Mae or taking the kids. However, since she has a birthday to celebrate (tomorrow!) she was treated to a Pirates game instead. And that was fine and cool and awesome. Until I had to wake up Claire.
I mean, what. the. heck.
She screamed. She clawed the floor. She fought getting dressed. She quite possibly hyperventilated. I mean, it was tragic, really. Tragic being for me, that is. I had to reason, yell, argue, threaten.
How did it end? I backed out of the garage while she sat on the basement stairs yelling at me and her shoes.
I was just going to back it up so I could have the air on and not let the car sit in the garage. I mean, Luca and Mae deserve cold air and not to sweat due to their sister freaking out.
She thought I was leaving her.
Never mind I clearly told her multiple times in multiple tones that I was just backing the car up and to put her shoes on.
No. I was the awful mother who was going to leave my four year old daughter behind.
At least, that’s probably what the neighbors thought as they heard her pleading and chasing the car and hitting it with her shoes as I slowly backed out of the garage and parked.
Somehow it ended with me closing my hand in the door and then spending a few minutes outside of the car with the doors closed sharing a few favorite words which some how resembled Italian.
What? I know the good words.
All this because she was awoken from her nap. You know, after sleeping for 4 hours.
Today’s story isn’t nearly as entertaining. Maelie wanted to do the honors of getting the kids up. So she banged on Luca’s door shouting, “CUCA! CUCA! WAKE CUCA!”
When I let her in, she proceeded to gently smack him chanting his name until he laughed and got up.
Then it was Claire’s turn. She went banging on her door, “CARE! CARE! WAKE CARE!”
She climbed up on the bed. She tried to make her smile. Tried to make her laugh. Tried everything humanly possible.
Claire didn’t bite. Instead, she flipped out. Again.
It was a solid effort by Mae.
It took about 20 minutes of coaxing and threatening and calm talking then more threatening to get her into the car and off to the gym.
And the thing is – once we’re in the car, she’s fine! She just drags her feet and carries on.
It’s really awful.
I love my kids, and I love them all differently. There are things I just can’t get enough of and then there are things like this that I really could do with out.
At least she’s not out selling drugs on the street.