In 2 and a half 5 days, Bryan and I will be headed to Germany for my reunion and our anniversary. In the meantime, our daughter is going to make sure we suffer for our leaving her. (She will be in perfect hands, under the loving watch of Bryan's parents who are graciously flying in to stay with her.)
She is contrary, angry, emotional, and then wants to be held, snuggling against our chest, being the absolute sweetest little girl one could ever imagine.
She knows we are leaving, and with every passing hour she becomes more and more dramatic. Tonight, she declared "Mommy, I don't want you to leave me! And then said she didn't want to eat dinner. I offered her some food anyway; she declined. 20 minutes later, I said, "I'm going to make dinner soon, what sounds yummy to you?" She said "I don't want to eat dinner, I not hungwy."
She continued to refuse any food or beverage for the remainder of the evening. I was not about to get into a power struggle over dinner; she was more than welcome to skip it, but then there would be no eating later.
At 6:30, she was being especially clingy, and I held her on the couch, tickling her back, playing with her hair. Much of the time, she was sucking her thumb and lying on my lap. She kept saying "Mommy, I don't want you to leave me." To which I would respond that I would be coming back, and then we would talk about all the fun things she is going to do with her grandparents.
Things soon deteriorated; we tried skyping with my aunt @ 6:45, but she was so rude and contrary, I logged off and declared bedtime.
I carried her up the stairs as she sucked her thumb and argued she wasn't tired.
Once in her room, I pulled off her socks and pants, and began putting on her jammies, it was only then that she cried she was hungry. I told her it was too late, she made a choice to not eat and she would have to wait and eat in the morning.
The ensuing meltdown ranks in the top 10 ever. Screaming, thrashing, crying, sobbing, pleading for her Daddy (he's @ work.) This went on for nearly 30 minutes until she finally stopped and started gently and pathetically saying "I want my Mommy."
I walked in, gave her a hug, kissed her and told her she needed to go to sleep. She argued she didn't want to go to sleep. I told her "I know you think you don't want to go to sleep, but sometimes we have to do things even when we don't want to, and you are very tired and have had a very hard night."
She then said "But I want to be nice now, Mommy, I want to go downstairs because I am being nice."
I thanked her for being nice, told her it was bedtime, stroked her hair and said goodnight.
She began crying again, only this time saying "Mommy, don't LEAVE ME, MOMMY! I Want my Mommy!"
It's been a great night. I can't wait for what tomorrow will bring.