So this morning was rather interesting.
By interesting I mean frigging hellacious.
I woke up and was like “I”M SO EXCITED TO GO TO THE GYM” and got dressed and made breakfast for Karina, went up to get her, and started to get her dressed.
That is where the trouble began. I tried to put her pants on and she fought me every step of the way, and the tantrum started. As soon as I took off her pajama top and started to put on the regular shit the tantrum reached a crescendo. She hugged her arms to herself so I couldn’t the shirt on her, and then she was snotting (is that a verb? it is now) so much on her shirt I had to put a different one on her.
Once she was dressed. She was cool. Or so I thought. I handed her some milk and it promptly got tossed at the dog.
My plan was to be on my way to the gym by 915. I got Karina up at 845, and it was now about 915.
So she ate, and I got her socks and shoes. She started to put them on, and I helped.
No. End of the world. Karina threw herself on the floor. For like 10 minutes and I’m like are you kidding?
Then out of nowhere she was smiling and laughing. It was like a Jekyll and Hyde. But I rolled with it.
And went to put her shoes on again. Big mistake.
I decided we needed to do a time out to “reset” the demon that was masquerading as my child. Holy cow. Now I know I know how toddler get huge bruises. They just don’t care where they throw themselves when they are having a tantrum. Karina threw herself one of our wooden steps. I was like ouch.
So the time out seemed to work… Except she got her shoes and socks off. So I said eff this and got her mary janes that she doesn’t need socks for. She put them on herself. And put them on the wrong feet. I was like I don’t even care at this point, it was now 945.
And then it was time to put on her coat. She freaked out on sleeve one.
I gave up. And debated having a screwdriver. Could not find orange juice and obviously going to the store was not an option. Probably for the best.
And then she was fine, but I was not about to test her so I gave her space all morning. And bribed her with fruit snacks.
And yes, those are all mid tantrum pictures.
I could have written this exact same post. Aubrey has been a nightmare recently and I am losing my cool. Between the major tantrums and the horrid sleeping we’ve got going on, I wish I drank alcohol or caffeine- better yet, I wish I drank both at the same time! I feel your pain. I try to tell people that it will pass, but it sure doesn’t seem like it!
You should start drinking alcohol and caffeine, simultaneously. From the moment you wake up. That is my dream.
Oh my goodness. My little sweet baby is starting to show signs of serious tantrums like this. It’s only going to get worse.
Or it might not.
*passes you some booze*
I now have 2 toddlers. CRY. Does that mean I get to drink double?
Yikes. Sounds like some mornings at my house. I keep reminding myself that in about three weeks these tantrums will get better instantly…as soon as I have this baby and can drink wine again.
I am so glad you’re blogging about this. Because you’re going to look back and crack up. I love reading my old entries of Aidan’s tantrums. In the meantime, try to keep a sense of humor about it. Toddlers get so freaking emotional over the silliest things but of course it’s not silly to them.