Many of us bloggers are parents to species, I mean toddlers, who love to throw some pretty serious tantrums for some pretty silly reasons. This post is an ode to some of these mind boggling tantrums that have made us want to laugh, cry, scream, and sometimes, question our parenting.
From Blogger Michelle: …you were relentlessly kicking the front seats (yes, she can reach BOTH), because you didn’t like the song on the radio.
And in another post… She kicked, she punched, she spit, she growled – at one point, her face matched the color of the jellybean she wanted, and her eyes bugged out of her head like some freakish cartoon.
From blogger Emily: …parenting a two-year old while she tantrums because you handed her the “wrong” spoon
From Blogger Patty: There are days when I am at the grocery store holding on to my composure by a thread, kids screaming and throwing cold cuts on the floor as we make our way to the potty for the second time.
From blogger Patty again: (she has 3 kids so I am guessing that means triple the tantrums): “Ball! Waaa, waaa, waaa, wa ball waaa, WAAAA!” (tears).
From blogger Jenn: my four-year old had an epic tantrum leaving daycare the next evening…and I mean EPIC. She kept undoing her seat belt while I was trying to get her in the car and shut the door so no one would hear her screaming at me…
From Me: Last night I was chasing my little over-tired guy around the house as he ran naked avoiding a bath, and when I finally caught him, he totally lost it. It started with screaming and kicking, but when I placed him in the bath, he flailed his arms over and over again splashing water everywhere. He proceeded to cry for the entire bath, but I just kept calm trying to tell him I understood he was mad and it was all going to be OK. I rarely am able to maintain my composure, but I was perfectly zen this time; I just kept cleaning his body. Thank God for bedtime, Goodnight!!
The point of this tantrum diary is to say to all the mamas reading this, we’ve been there. In some weird way, reading everyone else’s tantrum experiences make me feel better about my own. So next time the sh*t hits the fan, and there is kicking, screaming, and all out total loss of body control, take a deep breath and know, someone, somewhere is probably having a very similar experience. Oh, and good luck!