Crazy or perceptive. Or crazy perceptive.

Our daughter either can't stand us or is perceptive. Or both.

For the past week or so she's spent a fair amount of time at home being a holy terror of a toddler. Can't make up her mind, melts down over anything, goes bonkers if I even walk in the room while she's crying, acts fine one moment and is running through the house screaming and crying the next.
It's to the point that I'm beginning to think those are horns, not pigtails, on her head.

Funny, though, she snaps into angelic mode the moment she enters the care and supervision of someone else, such as a grandparent, and she's been just dandy at school.

So, as I said, she either has had enough of us or, perhaps more accurately, she is just acting on perception.
Our conversations at home in the past couple of weeks increasingly have been about Child 2, and we've been trying to prep Elise for the pending arrival. We tell her that the baby is going to live with us, the baby's going to be around the house, the baby's eventually going to share a room with her, mom is going to feed the baby -- yadda, yadda, yadda.

We've also started rearranging furniture. Anni's been going through baby clothes. I put up some new closet shelves in Elise's room.
Tonight, after Elise finally went to sleep after another wail-a-thon, we were talking about this turn in behavior. I was stumped, as usual. Anni pointed out that Elise could just be reacting to what's changing around the house ahead of the baby.
Of course. That makes sense. I'll take that as the reason because, frankly, it's going to be a long slog if she's already tired of us.