My daughter

Well what can I say it has been a while (I am pretty sure I have started the last few blog posts with that).  Today I'm not going to do a catch up.  I will leave that for next time.  Today I am going to write about my daughter Rhiannon.

Rhiannon or Reenie is Callum's twin sister.  She was born a whole 3 minutes later than him weighing in at 6 pounds 4 ounces.  She was a surprise.  She was meant to be a boy.  As you can imagine we had the whole place decked out with boy stuff but by the time I got home from hospital with them there was a whole lot of pink there. 

She was perfect.  They were perfect.  One boy and one girl.  A complete family.  When we brought them home it was a lot harder than I had imagined.  Pats boss was ever so kind as to give him 4 whole days off work to help me with the twins.  Luckily for me Callum was completely routine, every three hours.  Reenie on the other hand unfortunately she was slightly jaundiced so I had to wake her up every three hours for feeding and feeding her took 3/4 of an hour.  She was so easy as a baby.  I used to brag to everyone about how perfect my little angel girl was.

She hit every mile stone when she was meant to and I have never had a problem with her really until she started school.   It was like she brought home the attitude of every single kid in her prep class. By this time Callum had already been diagnosed so it was if he was already being given special treatment because he needed a little bit more help to get through the school day.  Over the last 3 years it seems as if she has some serious issues with resentment towards her brother.  It has been getting worse and worse as time goes on.  I understand to an extent.  I completely do.  I have a brother with a disability.  I know remember how much of mum and dads time he got when we were growing up.  I don't hold a grudge against him or anything like that trust me.  He's my brother and it is my job as his sister to help him as well.

They fight like siblings but sometimes she rubs it in his face that he has Autism.  It makes me sad that it seems like she is turning into a "Mean Girl".  Her temper tantrums that she throws are out of this world.  She will make me or break me that kid.  In all honesty as much as I love her to death both her brothers put together are easier to handle than her.  I never knew girls were such high maintenance!!!

 Tempted to make my kids one of these lol

I make an effort to do mummy/daughter days so she can spend some time with just me without her brothers.   But in all honesty she makes me feel like it isn't enough.  Actually she tells me.   She was doing gymnastics (it stopped due to attitudinal problems).  I try and I try and I get tired.  Many of times I have been on the phone to Pat or one of my friends in tears with the way she speaks to me. 

She really got to me tonight.  All because I wanted her to pick her stuff up (I know I'm the nastiest mother in the world).  She had a temper tantrum and got screamed at.  I ended up in tears.  I was getting so angry on the inside that it was just easier to cry because it is better than completely losing it.

Tomorrow is a new day.... I just want one good day.... they are getting far and few between it feels of late.

Yeah you wouldn't think butter would melt in her mouth looking at her would you lol