My Dd is almost ten, generally lovely, very clever daughter has just hit me [sob]
She has always had rages that can be quite frightening. She's incredibly stubborn and has a terrible temper.
I had asked her to sort a pile of clean washing in to person so it could be out away. It was already folded. I was cooking dinner and came in to find that she had thrown it in to piles on the floor, all screwed up. I asked her to fold it again and she started ranting.. It wasn't her, it was her brother, Why should she do it anyway etc etc. This is the only job she gets asked to do.
It was 12 minutes past 6. I said she had until quarter past to do it or she was going to her room... Warned at two minutes that if she went to her room she was having her tea there, warned at one minute, 30 seconds 10, 9,8.. She didn't do anything, she just ranted at me.
I took her too her room.
After 10 minutes of screaming, shouting, slamming the door and stamping her feet so hard the whole house vibrates her dinner was ready and I took it up to her on a tray with a drink and came down stairs. You cannot speak to her when she's on one, I've tried, dh as tried but it is impossible so she goes to her room to calm down. Once the red mist has descended there is no getting though to her. It can go on for hours and she usually loses her voice though shouting.
I came back downstairs and sat at the table to eat but had a soundtrack of her screaming "this isn't what I could call a dinner, it looks disgusting" etc etc. I went and said to her that if she carried on like that it'd go in the bin.
She carried on so I went and got it and threw it in the bin. She had followed me down and wracked me on the back!
This was half an hour ago and she's still ranting and stamping. Dh had to carry her upstairs kicking and screaming. He said she looked like she wanted to hit him too!
We have never hit her though by God I was tempted today.
This has been going on for an hour a quarter now. She's still ranting away at the top of the stairs stamping her feet and shouting about how much she hates us and about how she wants her dinner. Her dinner is in the bin.
I know I need to go to the Dr. I am dreading her teenage years :(
I feel like such a shit Mum!