It took her more than three hours to get breakfast this morning. She refused to make her bed (no surprise), she refused to get dressed (there again, no surprise), she took a half an hour to drink her water, she would only sit and screech at me about wanting to eat NOW! Sure thing, kiddo, you can eat all you want - soon as you do what everybody else in the house was required to do before breakfast.
"I WANT FOOD NOW!!"
I videoed it.
The girls and I talked and laughed as though nothing in the world was going on. I forwarned everybody that today was going to be like this and that none of them were to respond to her in any shape or form. Our code word to remind each other is "Speak Spanish!" Oh, yeah, if ONLY we could.
After a couple of hours of yelling at me at the table she went and made her bed and got dressed, but then she continued yelling at me and demanding I give her beans and ice-cream right now.
I went crazy and started singing and dancing around her bed. I was singing "I love you, I love you! I'll play any game you like, but you'll never get what you want so long as you are yelling at me. Ask nicely and be polite. Be sweet 'cause I LOVE you! You can throw yourself on the floor and scream, you can kick your legs and throw a fit, but I'll never let you down, 'cause I love you, I love you...." and on and on and on.... I thought I would collapse from the sheer exertion of dancing. Really, my parents should have given me dancing lessons (just kidding!!!)
An hour later she sat up and asked sweetly if she could eat. I took her in my arms and fed her like a baby.
Now she refuses to talk to me because babies can't talk.
GREAT! She on the toilet but she won't tell me if she's done and she won't get off herself because she's a baby.
I know the Lord is not dead.
I know He'll come through.
I just feel like demanding like her that I want the solution NOW! But of course, the Lord loves me too much to let me get my way in my way. He won't let me down.