It's interesting how when Adelaide and I spend lots of time together, it brings out the extremes in both of us.
Most of the time, I love to be with Adelaide. She's funny and smart and I'm always wondering what she's going to say. We tend to laugh a lot and generally have a great time together.
When we're not having a great time, we don't just have kind-of-okay time or mediocre time; we have I'm-so-frustrated-with-you-that-you-just-need-to-get-away-from-me time.
Sometimes Adelaide just wakes up in a bad mood. It's really not that often, but frequently enough to make me cringe at the thought of her teenage years. And okay, maybe I do, too, but I'm generally better at hiding it. She's not. She'll burst into tears if we're out of orange juice, crying, "But I need my Vitamin C!" She started sobbing the other day when I mistakenly placed her toast on her brother's plate, then told her to eat it anyway. I think her exact words- between tearful heaves- were, "But then I'll get his germs and I just know they'll KILL ME!"
There's a very slight possibility that I'm not helping matters. I try to stay calm and internalize any eye-rolling, but if she's having one of those days, I am done by lunchtime. About that time of day, I start making jokes. Because that's how I deal with things. I make a joke out of it.
Take yesterday. By 11 am I was really pushing liquids onto our daughter because I knew she had to be dehydrated from all the crying she'd been doing. Finally, after she ran from the room bawling, "That's how it works with roosters!" (it's a long story), I composed a little song. The title was, "I Have The Most Emotional Daughter In The World," and it was sung to the tune of "Can't Fight This Feeling" by REO Speedwagon. Two verses in, I was feeling much better.
Or yesterday at around 4:30 pm. She was getting all worked up about something and dramatically said, "Don't you know that I have two eyes that see?" (another long story), and I lightly replied, "And here I thought you'd been using echolocation to get around all these years."
The problem is, she seems to take these jokes personally, saying I'm making fun of her. I really don't know where she'd get that idea.
I'm not sure what else to do, though. The only three other options that come to mind are 1) Get angry, 2) Soothe her, or 3) Ignore her. I'm really not okay with 1, because I'm the adult here and need to be the one showing some self-control; I feel like option 2 would only increase the undesirable behavior, and I'm really not good at giving fake sympathy, and make no mistake: it would be fake; and option 3 just doesn't feel right.
So, any suggestions from the peanut gallery? Because if this continues, the next 12 years or so are going to be very emotional. But hilarious.