Trinity threw a God awful fit today. She wanted to go play outside and I told her that she had to clean her room first. You would have thought I was breaking her fingers one by one from the way she carried on. Full-fledged tears, while rolling around on the floor no less. I stuck to my guns, despite the decibel level, and she wasn't allowed outside. She sobbed on the couch until she fell asleep. I felt a little bad once she was passed out, but I wouldn't be doing my job as a parent if I wasn't a hard *ss once and awhile.
Shelly Sleep well, my child. The mess will still be there in the morning.