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My socks are wonky! (& other epic meltdowns)
44 completely rational reasons my three-year-old tantrumed today
Fellow mum of a three year old Jenna Gallina listed no less than 44 reasons why her daughter threw a tantrum, in one day!
It struck a chord with me because I totally get it!
Jenna, I feel your pain!
Three year olds should surely
WARNING: Could go off on one at any given moment. Tread carefully, make suggestions wisely and carry out all child related duties with surgical precision.
At 3, ‘meltdowns’ as they are known in the trade are rife and there is no way of predicting what will trigger them.
I especially liked Gallina’s number 13 – Her Brother looked at her in the car.
Here is my list of the top 10 game changing events that have recently sent our youngest in to epic meltdowns (though not all in one day thankfully!):
1.
This happened at soft play last week, so we were already in a pretty unbearable environment to begin with. Then the ham-slip happened. The first time it caused a bit of a scene – vast amounts of whining and the like. I promptly took care of things, slipped the ham back in it’s rightful greasy place between the slices of bread and rebuilt her lunch with the precision and care of a brain surgeon. But when it happened again during the very next bite she’d
2. When the heel of her sock was not perfectly in place over the heel of her
And I mean PERFECTLY. Don’t get me wrong, nobody likes a twisted sock, it can ruin one’s day if not attended to early on! But seriously, I shifted that sock around millimetre by millimetre and just could not get it in the right place. Mummy fail. The only thing that can help in these situations is a biscuit. And a glass of wine.
3. When I try and join in with ANY songs that are being sung.
Now this is unfair. Yes, I’ve had enough of listening to Let it Go, but if we HAVE to have it on, then at least let me join in with singing it!
4. When a tiny speck of broccoli is found on a neighbouring carrot. Disgusting.
On the other hand when mum rectifies this by licking any trace of broccoli off the carrots before handing the carrot back for child to eat, it is totally not disgusting. Broccoli? No way. Mum slobber? Absolutely fine with that.
5. When her Weetabix has gone all soggy.
“That may have something to do with the fact that I placed it in front of you 10 minutes ago and you haven’t
6. When her Weetabix is too crunchy.
“Leave it to soak up the milk for a few minutes, then it will be fine.” – See No. 5.
7. Having to walk from the car to the school gates to drop off her big sister.
We are THAT family. I am THAT mum. Shuffling the children along the road to school, fighting through the crowds of parents coming at us from the opposite direction because they were ON TIME. Like a family of fish with lunch boxes,
Yes, we are going to be late if I don’t just pick her up and run but I’d started the ‘Mummy can’t carry you anymore, you’re a big girl now so you must do big girl walking from now on’ spiel over the weekend and if I go back on it now I’ll undermine my own parenting abilities
So we battle it out, in the rain, in the face of the oncoming looks of sympathy and smirks. The eldest (an anxious sensitive type – don’t know where she gets that from. Ahem.) is clearly becoming more and more distressed about the fact that she will miss the bit before the register, where they get to do colouring in with their friends.
3 year old bellows, refuses to move, cries until she barks like a puppy with a hairball.
“Don’t you DARE be sick.”
Inevitably, I have to
8. The abrupt severance of back to back Peppa Pig episodes by the ADVERTS.
Thank the lord for NETFLIX, Sky Plus, Nick Jnr, Channel 5 and emergency DVD’s. Between this lot we have Peppa Pig on tap WITHOUT the rude interruptions of Barry Scott!
9. If anyone other than herself un-clicks her seat belt.
This can turn a quick hop out of the car in to a 20 minute sit-in protest. No matter how short
and the most recent:
10. A fleece blanket would not stay flat when she spread it out on the
I tried, many times, between the breaths that separated her ear splitting wails of injustice, to explain that the blanket would not stay flat BECAUSE she was dancing on it and that made it ruffle up.
But she wanted it flat and not bumpy SO that she could dance on it.
I tried, many times, between the breaths that separated her ear splitting wails of injustice, to explain that the blanket would not stay flat BECAUSE she was dancing on it and that made it ruffle up.
But she wanted it flat and not bumpy SO that she
I tried, many times, between the breaths that separated her ear splitting wails of injustice, to explain that the blanket would not stay flat BECAUSE she was dancing on it and that made it ruffle up.
But she wanted it flat and not bumpy SO that she could dance on it…
”I know! Let’s put Peppa Pig on!”
”YAY!!”
do do-do, do do. do-do do-do do do.
But she wanted it flat and not bumpy SO that she could dance on it…