“Mummy, if you don’t do this, I won’t tell you ‘I Love You’ any more”
(I tricked her into saying it a minute later)
“I am VERY cross with Daddy as he didn’t let me do what I was doing. I’m never helping him make my birthday cake again!!!!”
(like she’ll remember?)
“If you don’t let me go, I’m going to run away from home!”
(the front door was locked, so she was going nowhere. She stomped around the back yard instead, huffing and puffing)
“RIGHT. I am going to live in Fredrina’s house and I’m NEVER EVER COMING HOME”
(Fredrina is her imaginary friend, her home is under the bed. She took a blanket)
“I am never talking to you EVER AGAIN”
(I asked if she was hungry. She replied in the positive. I pointed out she had spoken to me)
“I don’t want to eat EVER AGAIN”
(“okay, I’m going to have a chocolate cookie now, see you later” “ohh mummy let me have one please!”)
“I am never cuddling you again, you have been so naughty and made me cross!”
(she was having a cuddle while telling me this)
I think the easiest thing to say about having a five year old girl is how challenging they become. There’s so much more fighting to get things done, rather than being able to count to three and she’d be there by two-and-three-quarters. “Clean your teeth!” “but it’s boring” sort of fights, where you know it’s only going to get worse, but it’s just getting it done. She’s becoming less obedient while still being very obedient towards people in authority.
Threats to run away are now a reality, even if she won’t go through with them. I suspect most five year olds threaten this. Fortunately she won’t run away, though she can get out if she really wanted to. Stranger Danger is on the agenda as ever.
But then we had a schoolfriend over yesterday, the girls all dressed up as Elsa, Anna and Rapunzel and played so nicely – while there’s an angry side coming out, the little girl who suddenly started talking with an American accent (cheers, Disney) just enjoys being around people too.
I still enjoy immensely being around H too. We had a lovely night in together last night, in our pyjamas with home-made pizza watching ‘Frozen’ while Shaun went out to a gig. I should have gone to the gig the night before but on our trip last weekend to the British Museum I felt my back move and I had a very little panic attack on the tube – helped mainly by being little thanks to being with Shaun. On my own I can’t risk that happening again. If it means I miss things, that’s the way it goes. So I missed out, but I’m not gutted, fortunately. I had a super night with my girl and she was amazingly good and well behaved. It was only this morning we got the angry back again.
I pointed out that I know she’s cross about things, but just explaining to us what is wrong would be much quicker, and it isn’t like she’s short on words to be able to say how she feels. She just looked angry at that too… you can’t win really.