I think we’ve broken her! We wore her down, stood our ground, and we won! I think. She hasn’t asked for Diego when the tv comes on since Day 2, and the singing of the Diego anthem has been kept to a minimum (like, only 10 times a day, instead of with every breath she exhaled). She’s not crazy-eyed, foaming at the mouth, whispering ‘Eggo’ in her sleep, throwing fits of anger everytime we touch the remote and Diego doesn’t appear. Which is a remarkable improvement from last weekend.
So now what? A week isn’t up, but I’m never one to mark plans in stone. I’m flexible. Should I give it another day or two? Not worry about it unless she asks? It’s just so sad that I’ve taken away something she clearly loves
more than life itself a lot.
Now that we’ve made it through the rough spots, I feel like such a horrible mommy. So mean! Taking away a tv show, a perfectly appropriate tv show, just because she…what? Actually enjoys it? Well, there’s no sense guilt-tripping myself. It is just a cartoon, afterall. I’ll just buy
myself Eirinn something sparkly and expensive and we’ll both feel better.