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Okay, so if you saw my last post you can tell I was pretty upset. I took a huge wrong turn today in the book, and had to look at it for what it was -- an attempt to be spiffy and introduce an odd concept, which failed spectacularly.
But that wasn't what set me off.
Immediately after realizing what I had done in adding all of this needless complication to an otherwise user-friendly book, I got up to get a cup of tea. Figured some green tea would clear my head, and I could approach it fresh.
While I was in the kitchen, Winnie had tried to get into my swivel chair (something she is consistently trying to do, with little success. See, there's this lever under the seat of the chair that raises the chair's height when you press down on it, and Winnie keeps trying to use it as a stepladder) for the 105,964th time, and I had said no for the 105,964th time. She screamed, lunged at the chair in a last ditch effort to get into it...
...whereupon she toppled it onto its back, and found herself pinned under it. She screamed, I screamed, the chair went flying, the tea was forgotten, and she (unhurt -- not even a bruise) was put in the crib for a half hour so she could scream about how horribly mean I am because I won't let her play on a giant death-trap on wheels, and I wouldn't go blind with migraine. That kid could take out a dolphin with that shriek.
And yes, I mock her. I mock her because she's old enough to know exactly what "NO" means, and deliberately disobeyed it, and then got hurt.
Call me mean if you want to, but I will sit and laugh -- not at her pain, but at her incredible stubbornness and her uncanny ability to fake a life-threatening injury to garner sympathy. Believe me, I know a crocodile tear when I see one.
So I got pissed on two levels, hence the rhythmic chanting of the big red "F" word.
But I think I'm feeling better now.
But that wasn't what set me off.
Immediately after realizing what I had done in adding all of this needless complication to an otherwise user-friendly book, I got up to get a cup of tea. Figured some green tea would clear my head, and I could approach it fresh.
While I was in the kitchen, Winnie had tried to get into my swivel chair (something she is consistently trying to do, with little success. See, there's this lever under the seat of the chair that raises the chair's height when you press down on it, and Winnie keeps trying to use it as a stepladder) for the 105,964th time, and I had said no for the 105,964th time. She screamed, lunged at the chair in a last ditch effort to get into it...
...whereupon she toppled it onto its back, and found herself pinned under it. She screamed, I screamed, the chair went flying, the tea was forgotten, and she (unhurt -- not even a bruise) was put in the crib for a half hour so she could scream about how horribly mean I am because I won't let her play on a giant death-trap on wheels, and I wouldn't go blind with migraine. That kid could take out a dolphin with that shriek.
And yes, I mock her. I mock her because she's old enough to know exactly what "NO" means, and deliberately disobeyed it, and then got hurt.
Call me mean if you want to, but I will sit and laugh -- not at her pain, but at her incredible stubbornness and her uncanny ability to fake a life-threatening injury to garner sympathy. Believe me, I know a crocodile tear when I see one.
So I got pissed on two levels, hence the rhythmic chanting of the big red "F" word.
But I think I'm feeling better now.