Damn the blue bobby...

Lily just had a full 90 minute screaming, kicking tantrum because she wanted a BLUE bobby (pacifier) to match her BLUE pajamas... yes, you heard me...she threw a fit because her bobby didn't match her clothes. The clothes she was going to SLEEP in, nonetheless. I swear, I thought I would go mad before she finally gave in and fell asleep. I have never encountered such a headstrong child in all my life. And such a drama queen! I sent her to her room almost immediately and told her she was just going to have to go to bed early if she couldn't stop crying. When she got up there, I went to tuck her in and she started kicking and throwing the covers off her bed while screaming that she didn't like her clear bobby. I spanked her. As soon as I got downstairs, I heard her bobby hit the wall, then she started crying that she couldn't find her bobby. I went upstairs (giving her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she just dropped it), found the bobby under her bed, gave it to her only to have the whole thing start again because it wasn't the BLUE bobby. When I got back downstairs, I heard it hit the wall again. I let her cry for at least 15-20 minutes before I went up to find it again. Tantrum started again when I didn't give her the BLUE bobby. I came back downstairs, called Brad (he worked late) to tell him he better come home before I lost my mind. Then I called mom (needed a witness so SOMEONE could hear what I was going through). Just before it all ended, the child buried her bobby in her toybox, yes... buried it in her toybox... to try to get me to get her a BLUE bobby instead. She finally gave in and was asleep within a few minutes of me getting her bobby out of her toybox. I will be shocked if she can speak tomorrow after screaming like she did for so long. And I'll be shocked if I survive until Monday...Brad is going camping with Sam and the scouts leaving me alone with the princess. Say a little prayer for me...