This morning, for example, in between my taking the old pull-up off her and putting on the new one, she ran off (par for the course) and I found her standing almost on the shaggy rug in the front room, peeing on the floor. I went to pull the chair out of the way so I could yank her all the way off the rug, but it appeared that Monkey had just tied the chair to the coffee table with some IKEA string, so I couldn't even manage that. They conspire against me, you know. (B too. I'm sure he was the one who procured the string.)
To be fair to her, while she can certainly poo in the toilet if she feels like it (key point there), I don't think she can really control the wee yet. But she could have done a better job of looking sorry about it: instead she laughed uproariously and thought the whole thing was hilarious. And it's not as if I was putting on my crossness about this and trying to hide a laugh myself - I was genuinely annoyed, and she hadn't even the common decency to look remorseful.
This evening I had her in a special-event unscheduled bath while Monkey was at soccer practice, thanks to a lot of ice-cream** drips and climbing a tree, and I was just taking the opportunity to clean the bathroom a bit when she dumped a jugful of water over the side. I was so annoyed that I grabbed the jug and retaliated by giving her hair a quick dousing before taking her out of the bath. My (possibly after-the-fact) justification was that she needed a hair-washing, or at least wetting, and I needed to get her out as quickly as possible as punishment for the water over the side. But really, I was just angry and knew she'd hate it. Which she did, loudly.
It is perhaps the case that my daughter and I will have a clash of tempers once or twice or daily in our relationship, as she gets older. I maybe need to get hold of myself and remember that I'm the adult in this situation.
What do you think? Was it a contravention of gentle parenting? Did I act vengefully out of temper? Did she deserve what she got? Or is it, in the scheme of things, a mere blip? All of the above?
Or maybe, once the last tooth comes through, this will all be in the past and we'll metaphorically frolic through the daisies together ever after. You think?
* I should clarify that I'm never sure whether she's teething or not, but sometimes she just darn acts like it. I don't want to dose her up when she says plainly "No, my teeth don't hurt," but I do wonder if she's just not recognising the pain for what it is.
**We got the ice-cream at IKEA, where, as suggested, I asked to see the ingredients. The nice guy behind the counter happily gave me a folder with the information, which told me that it has "corn syrup" but not "high fructose corn syrup". So that's okay. Maybe. Am not really any wiser, to be honest. But it's still better than the Trix with all its additives and colourings as well as the HFCS. And he only charged me for one because I asked him for two really small ones, so that's got to be good.