Right now Jack is sitting on the couch, calmly watching How to Train a Dragon with his pretty pink alice band on. He looks so happy and content.
This, of course, is all an act he puts on for his father. You see not 30 minutes ago this same, sweet-as-honey, child was screaming blue murder because we would not all stop dishing up and put his movie on. Before that he freaked out because I wouldn’t let him spray kitchen cleaner all over, before that it was because I wouldn’t let him use the kebab sticks to poke my eyes out!!!
Should I go on? Ok….just before all of that he had 2 time outs within a 45 minute period (in which he screamed the ENTIRE TIME). First one started out as him glueing some paper together while I cleaned my craft table but ended with him wanted to scratch the glue out – tears and thrashing around on the floor ensued when I removed the glue. Eventually I took him upstairs and put him in his room. He did stop crying half way down the stairs but quickly started again when he realised I would not let him cut a second hole in his shirt. Back upstairs. This time the crying stopped quicker, we hugged and made up.
Unfortunately it did not last long.
Eventually I phone David because I had reached that point where you stand staring the car keys down playing out all sorts of scenarios in your head – a tank full of petrol, enough money to feed me for a while – oh the things I could do!!!
Today he reminded me so much of Kiara. She had tantrums like this and it was horrible. Her toddler years were horrible. It was not easy for her or for me. It was worse than those early weeks with a newborn. The battle of the wills was epic. I am not convinced I came out on top to be honest!
I am not sure what triggered today’s pandemonium because we had a really good morning but whatever it was I hope it was a once off thing.
David has now left again to go riding so Jack is no longer sitting on the couch, he is, instead, jumping around the lounge like a money on acid!
I may go to bed now and dream of white sandy beaches, cocktails and foot rubs! What’s the worst that can happen?