The Weekly Peanut, Issue 162
It normally takes me a couple of days to get an issue of TWP organized and written. This week I did not need to plan for that sort of timesuck. There will be no trips to Disney chronicled here, nor fun-filled visits with family. This weekend was spent parenting. Hard. Kicked repeatedly (metaphorically) in the head by a mule Hard Parenting. It wasn't planned that way, but as I've said in the past I had to give up a long time ago on being the parent I thought I wanted to be. Instead, Daphne continues to have to mold me into the parent that she NEEDS (with both of us kicking and screaming all the way).
Certainly this is not the first time D's behavior has led her to lose her Disney privileges. I have so much gratitude in my heart for the amazing friends we have that understood last minute plan cancellations so that we could do (I hope, I believe) the right thing for my kid's long-term development.
It wasn't all sturm and drang. Daphne has discovered (to my surprise) that she loves the Mediterranean bean salad from Habibi Cafe (she charmed the guy working there out of a massive free sample, proving it's only Ian and I that bear the brunt of her demon-tude). Saturday morning was a relatively calm offering of breakfast sandwiches (D's favorite) and Oatmeal cookies at Swine and Sons...
And discovering a fantastic little non-profit coffee spot near our house.
Ian, in his infinite productivity, has started some interior painting in our home. Gone is the hideous Red Wall of Doom in the den as well as the strange brown walls that seem randomly placed. The den has officially been converted into D's play room.
Saturday night through Sunday morning was the epic battle of wills during which Daphne demonstrated to us that NOT eating cauliflower was more important to her than Disney, friends, toys, books, or dress-up clothes. These are the parenting situations that no one warns you about. Drink, please!
Eventually D was fit for public consumption again, so we tried out Zaza down at Waterford lakes.
Still no idea what she was doing in that booth. Sunday night I was in desperate need of a margarita, so I texted some friends who we've been trying to meet up with for a night at Azteca for ages and, sure enough, they were free. All the planning that kept falling through, and we managed to organize a dinner together with about 40 minutes notice.
D was thrilled to play with her friend, Ava, who goes toe-to-toe with D for energy no problem. It's also always good to commiserate with other parents who remind you that YES this is normal and YES they've been there, too.
We may have had to cancel our Disney trip but with dinner Sunday night with Ava's family and then dinner Monday night at Jimmy Hula's with Maddie & Liv, it was we at least got to have our Disney Ohana fix.
Rather than waging our food battle with D at the restaurant, we waged it at home before leaving. D ate all her vegetables (albeit, covered in cheese, shredded, which she did NOT want melted).
Tuesday, D was almost angelic. She ate all of the veggies I gave her with no protest, and covered us in hugs and kisses before bed.
I'm not even going to write about our plans for the upcoming week. Kid, please get it together and let what we're teaching you about manners and consideration finally sink in. Go back to being the lovable kiddo that inspires me to write endlessly about our adventures.