The most unreasonable part about Eloise's behaviour is that I cannot reason with her. At all. I'm aware that she is still two and not yet at that age of reason, but she is also beyond dramatic. I look forward to the day that I can sit next to Eloise and she will calmly explain to me why she looked me straight in the eye while pulling the dog's hair until he cried and then lay down on the floor and screamed. Why some days it is okay to eat dinner in your chair like a person when on others you must be spoon fed while sitting on my lap, or just flat out refuse to eat. Why it is such a big deal to take a bath, especially when we both know you will argue with me when it is time to get out. And I would especially like to know why she wakes up every night to sleep in our bed but insists on going to sleep in hers.
On really tough days when I've yelled and threatened and put Eloise into her room multiple times, it amazes me that I am still the one she wants most of all. How am I not mean Mommy to be avoided? Not that I want to be seen like that, but sometimes it would be nice to be left alone. And on these days, even though I don't like her, I can't help but fall in love with Eloise all over again when I see this peaceful (thankfully) sleeping face.
Even if it is in my bed.