Anyone who has ever met my daughter knows that that girl is a diva! Despite being a very pretty girl with a very sweet side, she answers to no one but herself and she feels certain that no one has the right to try and be in charge of her--least of al her parents. She will speak her mind, regardless of whether or not is appropriate, and not think twice about commanding the rest of the world around her (as, I am sure, she feels is her right).
Well, I'm not sure if any of you have heard of P90X, but it is an extreme workout program. There are often infomercials for it and whenever it would come on, Dave would stop what he was doing and just stare. So, being the kind and loving wife that I am, I got it for him for Christmas. I have been doing it with him too! (Hopefully, sometime soon, I'll have a post to say/show how wonderfully it is working.) There is a Yoga workout in there that will absolutely kill you! Dave and I did part of it last Saturday (only the first 1/3 of it) and we were both feeling it later! I mean, I've done yoga videos before, and it was nothing like this. Anyway, this last Saturday morning, while Dave was playing basketball, I decided I would do the rest of the yoga work out. It is 1 1/2 hours, so there was still an hour that I hadn't tried. As I was doing it, I'll be the first to admit, I struggled. There were some positions to hold that were just plain hard and for someone who has never tried some and others, not tried for years, it was almost impossible. As I lay on the floor struggling, L was kind of doing it with me--but selectively...only when she thought she could do it. Well, I kept falling out of one particular pose and then she said to me, "Mom, it's just because you have so much fat." I looked at her and said, "Thanks, L. That's not very nice." Her response: "Really, Mom. Jill would be able to do this." Ahhh. The sweet honesty of children. (By the way, Jill is my sister who is very slender).
About 45 minutes later after I was done and showered, I was suppose to be at the church for an activity. Dave wasn't quite home from basketball yet, but I still needed to get going because I had some of the main things were needed for the activity. Finally, I told D I would be leaving and he would be in charge till daddy got home. L immediately started making her opinions known that she didn't like that... he was to mean... he's no fun... etc. D's response was, "I don't know why you are complaining. You always say mom's the meanest." I looked at her and asked, "You think I'm mean?" She just gave me a little smile while D answered, "Yeah, she always calls you the Devil." Hmmm... I guess it is at least nice to know what they are saying about me! Also, as I do remind my kids, if they never thought I was mean, then I wouldn't be doing my job!!!