*Warning* Whine Fest Ahead

I honestly did not realize it was possible to become bored with tantrums. But that is where I find myself: a sense of Tantrum Ennui. Gone is the cliffhanging sensation of "gosh, what will happen next?" Gone is the wonderment of what the next new thing will be. There is no next new thing. It is all the same. Day. After day. After day.

A minimum of four times each school day (60, if it's a weekend) I remind Princess to clean up after herself. Each and every time she leaves one thing out. Each and every time I tell her to finish. Each and every time she stomps her feet and kicks the door and screams about how she already did it or how she did not make the mess. Invariable. For those of you math whizzes, that's roughly 140 times per week. Boring.

Every. Single. Saturday she hides her laundry somewhere instead of putting it away. Until last week, she hid it in a Build-a-Bear box in her closet. Last Saturday, she hid it under the doll bed. That was exciting. Every. Single. Saturday when I find it (within three seconds), she stomps her feet and kicks the door and screams about how she did her laundry. Boring.

Each and every day after school she does something to one of her sister's belongings and swears she didn't do it. This one is a little more interesting, because I don't know ahead of time what belonging it's going to be. Yesterday, she hid Peanut's Easter eggs and then couldn't find all of them. Of course, she didn't do it and it was totally unfair when Josh insisted she donate one of her own Easter eggs to Peanut. Of course.

And, every night without fail she does something to ensure she goes to bed screaming about how she didn't do anything so she doesn't have to be forced into snuggling on the sofa with a book, a song, and a prayer.