Really quick, I just want to point out that I wasn't trying to make a thing out of size with that last rather cheeky post. It was just my observation about a particular store and their sizes. Personally? I think Old Navy is involved in some sort of conspiracy to get us women to buy more clothing. I have many sizes in my closet, and I have many body issues just like all women do. But only at Old Navy do I take home something as small as a 6...and I swear, it makes me want to go back and buy more pairs of pants, just because! So kudos, Old Navy marketers. Mark the pants a smaller size than they actually are, and I will keep coming back. Also, keep selling them for $15. Huzzah!
And...today I ironed a pair of pants that's labeled size 10, and I can barely zip them shut. So, eh, whatever.
All of you with children are going to roll your eyes and laugh at me when you read this one.
Today I snapped and yelled at Daughter. When we lost Beth I was hypersensitive to people hollering at their kids and I swore I wouldn't ever yell that way, because I had a whole new appreciation for my amazing child. That's not to say I don't discipline her, because we do believe in that, but today, whoops, I lost it. And it was my fault (you'll see why in a minute) and I feel terrible now.
I did many, many chores today, which tired me out, and I did not give Daughter the attention I normally do. She watched a lot of Sesame videos. By dinnertime, when I went into the kitchen to peel a couple of potatoes, she apparently needed my attention and figured out a way to get it...by destroying a book. She tore up my copy of Joseph Had a Little Overcoat beyond repair. I was peeling right into the garbage can and she came toddling up with a crunched up paper in her fist. She said, "garbage!" And I said, "hey, what is that?" And she opened her little hand and said, "BOOK!"
And I yelled. I yelled that now Mommy was very sad because the book was broken and we couldn't read it anymore. I took away her bunny and her Beaker doll and told her she could have them back when she said, "I'm sorry, Mommy." I figured she would just mumble, "ah-soy-mommy" and we'd be done. But you know what she did? She planted her feet, looked me right in the face, and bellowed, "NO!"
So I put her in the playpen with no toys and she screamed and howled and begged me for bunny and Beaker (you know, the dude from the Muppet Show). And I kind of just stood there watching her and pondering my predicament. Because I sort of backed myself into a really stupid corner. The kid is only 20 months old, so I realize she doesn't know the concept of an apology. But she is bright, and she understands things like saying please and thank you, so I thought she could maybe pick up the idea of saying "I'm sorry" when she does something naughty. I did not tell her she was bad, because I don't like that. She did a naughty thing, but I don't want to ever tell her that she is bad, if that makes sense. But here's the rub - I'm the idiot who left the book where she could reach it. I am the idiot.
Anyway, she wasn't going to say "sorry" for love or money, so I let her calm down in the playpen and then took her out to talk about it. I said, "please don't ever rip mommy's books again, ok?" And she said, "Ok!"
And then she hugged me and laid a big smacking kiss on my cheek.
I'm going to go poke myself with sharp sticks now, because that would feel better than my guilt.