But I think I see a few cracks in her resolve to fight me.
It was a long day for Missy. Day 8 of this particular battle...
I kept her on tight restrictions all day and she's tired of it. I did send her out to play outside for awhile and she earned most of her freedoms back by this evening. I don't really know what to expect tomorrow, but I think if I hold out a bit longer she's going to cave. Her demeanor is softening and she stopped looking for ways to push the limits and disobey, at least for the time being. I believe she's getting weary. She wants what she wants and this isn't working out for her very well.
"Can I have one of those deserts?"
Not today, child. These are for people who do what is expected of them.
"Don't eat them ALL. I'll obey tomorrow!!!"
Well, I can't guarantee there will be any left, but I would seriously consider obeying from now on, you wouldn't want to miss out on what is next.
Buster has been pretty good. He had a couple of moments and went to bed early, but he isn't made of the same bull-headedness that she is. He's more sensitive. He and I had some good laughs and did things together. About the most I could do with her was hold her on my lap and pray over her, but by this evening we could talk about other things.
Christina was babysitting the kids friends this afternoon. They would have loved to come here and play, but I said Missy couldn't play today. Missy felt that...
We had an interesting conversation about what would happen if I decided I didn't want to make my bed in the morning and shower and get dressed and make breakfast. Who would I scream at? Daddy?
She said, "NO!"
What if Daddy didn't want to get up and get dressed and go to work in the morning. Who would he scream at? What would happen to all the sick people in the hospital waiting for him? Etc.. .
She hadn't thought of that and she didn't really like the idea.
Whatever happens tomorrow, I pray for strength to carry through.... I'm starting to feel like I've been in time-out for a week and it's getting old.