DD1 will be four in two weeks time. On the whole she's very good but at times she can be a right old drama queen and would be a contender for the tantrum olympics (she really is the girl with a little curl). Tonight was the worst tantrum I have ever seen. It was precipitated by some trivial thing she perceived as unjust (her sister being allowed to sit on a stool that she suddenly decided she wanted to sit on...) "I wanted to sit on the stool" "I can't see the book" (not true). Following an earlier thread here I decided to totally ignore her and I carried on reading the book in an ordinary, calm voice to DD2. (DD1 had already had her chosen book). When I got to the end DD1 demanded (screaming and crying and stamping her foot) that I read it again. I said no and then ignored the subsequent treaties. I tucked dd2 in bed, then asked dd1 if she wanted me to tuck her in but all I got was continued tears, screaming "READ IT" etc so I said good night and went downstairs. She followed me, still screaming and demanding to have the book again. I really tried to keep my calm and just kept repeating that she should go back to bed. I think it was when she thought going back to bed was negotiable "Only if you read it" that I snapped and started shouting. She ran half way up the stairs, then stopped and demanded again and again to have the book read. I followed her - and she hit me. She wacked me in the face with the palm of her hand and it did actually hurt (more luck, than judgement I know - she caught my eye). It was so awful - not being hit but my reaction - I was SOOOOOO angry. I wanted to hit her back which is the worst thing to ever think about your own child. I didn't hit and I never ever would (I'm passionately against any form of hitting) but - for an instant - I did want to. That upsets me so much I'm crying just thinking about it. I don't really know what I was thinking but I put her in the toilet (which was the nearest door) and shut it (for probably 30 seconds). When she came out she just continued - in exactly the same manner, stamping, shouting, demanding. She did eventually manage a calm "Please can you read it" which - had the strop not lasted so long, and had she not hit me, I would normally indulge. But I just told her that I was not going to read it because she had hit me; because she should have asked nicely in the first place and because it was too late. She got into bed (still asking! - she's determined if nothing else) and asking again and again why not. She even deliberately banged her head against the headboard. I explained a couple more times, stroked her head told her I loved her and went downstairs. Thankfully she fell asleep.
What do we do? What are we doing wrong? I feel like crap for loosing it with her. She did have a tiring weekend which can precipitate big strops sometimes, but this was the strop of all strops