Your pity party won’t work on me...
Last night around midnight, I walked out of my bedroom and SD (almost 10) stood in the hallway looking like a deer caught in headlights. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was in the bathroom because she was thirsty. I was confused, but she went to her room and that was that. This morning, I asked her what she was doing and she said that she put her mouth on the faucet to drink water from the bathroom sink. The kitchen is LITERALLY around the corner from the bathroom. Some of you may disagree, but I think that’s stupid. Makes no sense to do that. She shares a bathroom with my kids and I don’t want anyone’s mouth on the freaking faucet!
As I braided her hair this morning, I told her that next time, she needs to walk around the corner to the kitchen and drink from a cup. She immediately looked angry and started moping and looking as pathetic as she possibly could. She started holding her head in weird positions to make it harder for me, and when a small, light mist of hairspray got on the side of her face, she wiped it away angrily and dramatically. She looked like she was trying to make herself cry, like usual... but I guess she was unable to today. I finally got irritated enough to say something and I flat out told her that her pity party stuff doesn’t work with me and never will. I told her that she might as well stop acting like that around me because I’m not like everyone else in her life who constantly seeks her approval, buys her love, and tries to make her believe that she is the center of the universe.
Ten seconds later, she was in the kitchen smiling and cheerily talking to our dog and acting totally fine. Of course.