Today at the high school to collect hormonal teenager the baby was crying wanting out of the seat and Lil O was asleep with her mouth wide open. School gets out at 3 and I give H until 3:10 to get to the car or she has been told I will come looking for her. That scare tactic usually works bringing my teenage daughter to the car in a timely manner.
It was 3:13. I know that's not a big deal BUT when you have a crying baby you just want to get the hell out of there! Plus, why does it take 13 minutes to get to the car???? I know why!!! Yacking and smooching with the boyfriend. I wasn't born yesterday no matter what she may believe.
My first words, "If you don't start getting here on time then you can ride the bus." She hands me a piece of paper to which I am holding as I start to pull off. She's like, "I'm sorry BUT..." I told her to stop making excueses that I didn't want to hear it. To which she takes the paper from me and throws it at me saying she wasn't making excuses.
THREW IT AT ME.
Instinct took over and I smacked her arm with the back of my hand and said, "Don't throw things at me. If you want to act like a FOUR year old then you will be treated like a FOUR year old."
"By hitting me?????"
First, I didn't HIT you I smacked you. THERE is a difference. Second, I don't know why I did it. I told her as such. ~shaking head~ I guess if Lil O threw something at me I may have smacked a hand or an arm to get her attention to tell her not to do that again.
I just don't know why I smacked her arm. I was stressing out about it thinking I had done something very bad. I don't think I did. It all happened so quickly. I know it didn't physically hurt her. More emotionally than anything.
Oh well, such is life.