She HATES me!

Yesterday was a freakin' insanely disastrous rough day with Banshee. She was completely PSYCHO somewhat challenging

In an attempt to 'lighten' the mood and to soften the fact that my other half and I were going out on Mom and Dad date night (which means going out for dinner - WITHOUT the kids - which is what created Banshee's pleasant demeanour in the first place), we took the kids to McArteryClog for lunch. My other half eventually left with Imp for skiing lessons, but I continued to let Banshee play in the PlayPlace while I "connected" with my teenaged daughter via text while I was in the bathroom. I finally dragged Banshee's sorry butt out of there, and headed to the mall to look for a new winter coat (what the heck is up with my kids outgrowing their stuff midway through the season? At least one kid every year does it!!!). She wasn't happy with the mall trip, but I kinda-sorta need her to there to try on stuff. By the time we left, she was totally defiant, ignoring every thing I asked her to do, and deliberately slowing down and dawdling because she knew I needed to get home. I finally got firm with her and told her to get a move on - which was the "last straw" in her books.

She went BATSHIT crazy got herself into a mood stating that I "hated" her and was "mean" to her. She carried on hollering and venting about how Mommy hated her and how Daddy was a terrible Dad - which I allowed her to do - everyone is entitled to blow off steam, but when I tried to inject my side of things and to explain that I LOVED her and didn't hate any aspect of her, it just set her off more, so we (teen and I) both realized that there was no point in engaging with her, and everyone fell silent.

Well, silent people-wise, the radio was still going.

And, as if fate was shitting in my cocoa puffs aligning the galaxy or something of that nature, the song that was playing was Puddle of Mudd's "She Hates Me". And not only was it "She Hates Me" playing, it was the chorus part, that literally sings the phrase "She Hates Me". Several times.

To which Banshee says "SEE?! Even the radio knows it". Now tell me; how does one explain that one?! We couldn't have planned that to happen even if we tried. Fan-freaking-tastic. Really?! I couldn't believe that the radio would SIDE with the irrational child!!! In all seriousness though - what are the odds of that kind of timing?! That really is remarkable (even considering the situation) - and both teen and I got a chuckle out of it - a chuckle of course that Banshee called us on and gave us all sorts of shit and a tongue lashing over (and trust me - that kid can tear a strip up one side and down the other - she almost made me cry. ALMOST!).

After a few intense moments, and my avoiding her like the plague then allowing her to cool off for a bit, she came around and got over her 'mood'. She came and cuddled up with me on the couch, asking if I would make a craft kit with her.

I totally know she was using me, but she's got me wrapped around her little finger . . . I'm just glad that she doesn't still think I hate her - although . . . I DO need her to clean up her Barbie bin and dolls, and that usually results in a big blow out.