Jay and i are starting to clash over the whole discipline issue. ava-marie, my littleface, is a little angel all day long when it's just the two of us at home. i hardly ever have to discipline her, but when i do, she knows mommy means business.

when her daddy walks through that door, that little midget turns into a fucking beast. knocking shit over, throwing shit everywhere, screaming and all kinds of fuckery. now, generally speaking, when Jay's home, i'm pretty much "off duty". he's responsible for changing diapers, feeding her dinner/watching her eat, and bath time. he's also responsible for disciplining her too. however, his idea of discipline is telling her she can't have or can't do something once. when she does it again, he just lets her do it. and it just burns me up.

you tell her "no". if she does it again, tell her "no". third time, smack her little hand, tell her "no", and let her do or play with something she's allowed to. it's not that fucking difficult after the first few hand smacks, i swear. the first time, she looked up at me with those brown eyes, like, 'mommy, how could you?' and poked her little bottom lip out. i felt really bad for like 5 seconds, but then she went on about her business. "she didn't scream or nothin'."

i used to let Jay pretty much do his own thing with her because he's gone most of the day. when he's home, he wants it to be cookies and cream. i'm so over it. in a few years, this girl is gonna be a walking, talking, miniature version of me and i'm gonna have to beat her back in because her daddy doesn't tell her to sit the fuck down now.

ugh, i have heartburn and there's nothing but infomercials on.
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