Dd has been having a rough week lately. Keeps peeing herself (she's 4 1/2), consistently back talks me and dh, and is completely defiant.
I used to have an angel child, I really did. She gave hugs and helped around the house and gushed over anything she was ever given like it was the most amazing generous gift she's ever seen.
Today culminated the week. She started screaming at the pool. Not because she was scared, cold, wet, hot, etc. But because she didn't want to sit on the pink towel.
She screamed all the way to the parking lot and in the car the entire way home. I don't know how I held it in, but I did not raise my voice.
We got home, I spanked her with the wooden spoon, and proceeded to empty her room of every single book, toy, *thing.* I told her in order to get her toys back, that she had to work for them.
She is now sitting in a barren room, angry as fire. I asked if she wanted her toys back.