Feeding the ducks, starving my sanity
Posted on October 8th, 2011
It was a nice day in terms of getting out of town and enjoying a sunny day in the outdoors. Not so enjoyable was the whiny-all-day Pea and the public/private tantrum that involved M having to carry her out of a store (and shooting about 30 seconds of tantrum video that we can use to blackmail her with as a teenager).
But like everything else with Pea, I’m guessing this is a phase to be endured. There are good moments, too (like with the duck here), and that’ll get us through. Overall, four is a much better age than three, so again, there’s that. But days like this have me in an absolute panic about what we’ll do in January if I don’t have a job and have to have her home full time until kindergarten.
Categories: Hard days, Not crazy...yet
Between the ages of 2 1/2 and about five, my son had awesome/scary tantrums. I was actually afraid he would hurt himself. I finally consulted a professional and he told me to stop paying attention. He swore my sweet little boy wouldn’t kill himself. The first time I sat in the bathroom with a clock and my cigarettes (I quite 11 years ago) and waited for the storm to pass. It was the longest 20 minutes of my life. He finally stopped though. I asked him if he was okay and he said he had a tummy ache (bless him). I asked if a kiss would help and he thought it might. So that was the pattern after that but the good news: They got shorter and shorter over time because I was consistent. They finally stopped altogether when is was between 4 1/2 and 5. I guess he just grew out of them. It’s something you may want to try at home. Thank almighty God, he never had a tantrum in the store. I guess all you can do is take her quietly out of the store and duct tape her mouth shut on the way home (okay, okay , kidding honest, just kidding).