Todays tantrum is brought to you by chores. My 9 year old wanted to wash the windows, and I’m not about to turn down anyone who wants to wash my windows. But do you know what you get when you have an overtired kid, some window cleaner and a roll of paper towels, and then add in some blinds that won’t stay up for her?
You get a tantrum! And not just a normal tantrum. You get a full blown Remember-Being-Three-Tantrum.
Since I was in the kitchen doing my own chore, I didn’t realize she was having trouble until I heard the blood curdling scream from the den. “STUPID blinds!” I go into the den and quickly and easily adjust them and then she just starts crying, “Why is everything so easy for you! Why do you do this so easy? It’s not fair! Nothing is ever easy for me in this house!” Then she runs to her room crying.
And so I stand there and walk back into the kitchen and finish the dishes. And that’s when the two year old labrador runs and jumps on my daughter’s bed. All the dog wants is to love on her and make her feel better. She wants to play. Yet, this makes my child cry even harder and then she screams, “I hate you Lucy! Get away from me!” She doesn’t use the OFF command though, and so Lucy just stays on the bed.
And that’s when I lose it. Not for the tantrum, but because she didn’t use a command and is getting angry at the dog.
When my little rant was over, I just wanted to grab the keys and drive to Target and just walk around aimlessly looking at home decor. I wanted to just drive somewhere. Anywhere. I dreamt of fruity drinks with umbrellas, going to concerts, and being able to do what I wanted when I wanted. I took a deep breath and began to count because I wanted to tell her to get a grip. I wanted to tell her that things were easy for me because I’m decades older than she is and that she needed to just suck it up! That’s what I wanted to tell her, but instead I just kept breathing and counting because the tears were starting to form. Nothing is ever really easy for me in this house either.