That would be parenting. And yesterday was one of those days. It started so beautifully. With Lil G wandering into our room, opening the curtain and saying look mummy its morning. The sun is awake. Time to get up now. Who could resist such a beautiful start to the day? He then went on to look at me and tell me whilst jumping up for a cuddle; I love you mummy, I love daddy, I love Alfie too. He’s my big brother. My furry brother mummy.
The joy didn’t stop there, we went downstairs for our morning drink. On a Friday and Monday I am lucky to be able to work from home. No rushing, which makes such a difference to our routine. Lil G really does know how to make my heart melt. Sit next to me mummy. We can snuggle. Such a sweetheart. And snuggle we did. We talked. We played with toys. It was simply the best start to a day.
Life was good…
The end of the day arrived. We collected Lil G from Kindergarten and headed to the supermarket. The customers of Tesco were the unlucky ones.
Dealing with tantrums can be really stressful. Yesterday was stressful x 10. Lil G is full swing into ‘preparation for school’ and I wonder if this is the cause. We have noticed that on his Kindergarten days he is very tired come the end of the day. Actually why haven’t I thought about this before now? Silly billy. I think I’ll mention it to his teachers on Monday.
OK, so as we wandered around Tesco, it wasn’t long before we were heading down the toy aisle. Inevitable. Stupid. Lil G is usually really well-behaved. Accepts that he cannot just take each toy. That he receives toys as presents on his Birthday and at Christmas time. He often asks us to take a picture of a toy he wants which we then send to the Birthday fairy or Santa. Not today. He had an absolute melt down over some rather ridiculous toy which can only be described as tat. Expensive tat at that.
There was no reasoning. Just screams. We, the staff and of course the nosey passers-by were treated to stomping, screaming, shouting, tears and of course when he was picked up the complete outrage. The legs kicking. Me walking off with the trolly, admittedly chuckling to myself as it was Mr H who was having to carry this mentalist, AKA Lil G. Oh my goodness. When will our little boy learn.
We made it out of the shop, albeit for the stares and as you can imagine disapproving looks. Ooh heaven forbid a toddler having a tantrum. Did your child just spit out rose petals? I think not.
What came next took us back to some time. Mr H popped him in the car but oh no, there was no chance of him getting this little screaming monkey into his car seat. As they is no reasoning with such an angry little monster, I had to step in. Mr H always hopes he can reason with him, me … I know to either take control or sit it out.
My goodness, the boy can kick and scream. I have bruises! After minutes of struggling I managed to pin him down and get him strapped into his car seat. There were people stopping and staring. As they do, if this was an accident there would be tail backs! The only thing going through my mind was… Did they think we were trying to steal him? But oh my, if he did make this noise if ever a stranger did approach him I would hope that a passer by would stop and question. Or maybe the stranger would run of scared! No one approached us. Would you?
As Lil G persisted in kicking the car and reaching for the handle on the door, we quickly locked us in and made our way home. It goes without saying that bedtime came early. It took him less than an hour before falling asleep. I ran a bath and … Relax. Eek.
I hear so many parents talking of the terrible two’s. We skipped the terrible two’s. I am sure of it. Other than a few difficult days we didn’t struggle with Lil G. What has hit us hard and keeps making an appearance is the Threenager tantrums. Oh my they are tough. It’s the stubbornness. The lack of the ability to reason. So much anger and upset.
I know, it could be worse and it goes without saying that everyday I feel blessed to have my gorgeous little boy. Who for the most part is happy and healthy. Just some days I do wish for a moment, just a nanosecond that I could run and hide. Eek.
How do you deal with the dreaded toddler tantrums?