I was in the middle of writing another post when I saw this on my FB news feed. HOLD.THE.PHONE! This is a brilliant writing prompt.
I am grateful to have a husband who wants to stay home with our kids. I would probably have a nervous breakdown if I had to do the day in and day out stay-at-home-mom thing. I’m itching for the work week to start by the end of some weekends. I applaud all the women out there, and I know a few, who stay home with their kids and love it. I have to wonder if they ever lose their shit on their kids, and if they do, how do they keep going?!
I was thinking today about the few times (okay, there’s been more than just a few) I’ve lost my shit on my 3.5 year old toddler. There was that time that she asked for milk, then freaked out when I gave it to her. “No! Mommy, I want juice!” “But you asked for milk.” “I want juice!!!” Cue her falling to the floor, full-on freak out. So, I get her the juice (watered down, of course). “Here you go, here’s your juice.” Even more screaming and crying ensues. “What’s the matter now?” “I wanted MILK!”
WTF?! Am I going crazy?! I would raise my voice, yelling above the screaming, asking her what she wanted to drink. She would be so inconsolable that I would try to lift her up off the floor only to be presented with a completely limp child with no skeletal structure. So, I’d drop her (gently) back on the floor and the screaming would continue. I then tried to reason with her, but that also proved to be futile. Finally, I’d let her have her freak out while I calmly walked away and poured myself a beer. It takes the pain away. The first few times it backfired and the tantrum would escalate, but finally, she clued in, calmed down and approached me all quiet and sullen. “Do you want milk or juice?” I would ask. She’s look up at me with puppy dog eyes, “Milk”. “So why did you say you wanted juice?” She shrugs her shoulders. She has no clue. Right. In her eyes, I’m her slave. She asks for something, I get it. So she tests to see if I’ll get her something else. Who is training who here?
Is there any parent out there who doesn’t lose their shit with their kid? Cuz, if there is, you better start commenting and telling me your secrets!