Geneva and I had an episode today.
It was public--in a place I visit often and will have to return.
She went ballistic.
I was mortified.
There was hitting...
It was on her part, though I was so close...
I managed to get her to the car (and Piper too).
I called Greg and broke down.
She didn't stop screaming the whole way home.
My adorable husband talked me down from the ledge.
I turned up the radio.
Piper in the house with a snack.
Geneva remained in the car for several more minutes.
I was letting her in on the plan and explaining what was going to happen if she hit, kicked, or pinched me again.
Once we understood each other I took her from the car and put her in bed.
She told me she hated me and started screaming for her lunch.
Two minutes later she fell silent.
Two and a half hours later, I had stopped asking myself how I had failed so completely and a fully-rested Geneva emerged from her bedroom.
And yes, she is dealing well with her consequences... so far.
She also wrote this song to remind me, I think, that maybe I'm not such a failure at this after all.
If you're concerned you can't understand what she's singing about... stop. She's not singing most of it in English. I'm not sure what language it is.