Thursday, October 11, 2012

45 Minutes!

Being a parent is rewarding sometimes and difficult other times. 

Sometimes the difficult times I just want to hide. It's like I'm thinking at that moment, "That's not my kid. That's an overly emotional kid that isn't mine right now." Reality sinks back in and I say to myself,  "They are mine."

Last night Isaak cried hard for 45 minutes. Why? Because I opened a snack bar wrapper for him. Yep 45 minutes of sobbing over a wrapper. REALLY!

Mica pulled tantrums, but I don't remember experiencing anything like this. Usually it was over a toy I wouldn't buy him. Not a wrapper. 

Of course this tantrum was while I was driving. I pulled over twice. I said, "Do we need to get out of the car and go for a walk?" He'd stop crying and say, "No!"

Then the crying would pick back up. We were on a busy street by that point. I tried my best to stay calm, so I wouldn't get in an accident. I turned music on to SORT of drown him out.

He continued to cry when we got home so much so that he couldn't breathe. He was coughing like he was going to throw up.

He was acting really ridiculous. 

I did apologize once for opening up his wrapper in the beginning when he showed his first tears. After that I showed no sympathy. 

He had a time-out.

He came out  of the time-out chair and said, "I'm sorry" and ate. Just like that, his cry switch got turned off.

Then I got out peanuts to make our own peanut butter. He told me that he wants to make peanut butter for a job when he grows up! :)

I put him to bed early at 7:30!

Tonight was better. But not perfect. Maybe something is in the air. The switch of seasons is making me tired to.

We were going to head over to the Y for Family Fitness; after a quick trip to the grocery store.  The boys wouldn't stop chasing each other and giggling. I went straight home. They went to bed at 6:45. They didn't even argue. They just went right to bed. I didn't hear, "Mom why won't you take us to the Y?" I did hear them say to Daddy, "We messed up and can't go to the Y."

7 comments:

Masshole Mommy said...

He's your second one, right? I swear to god it's second child syndrome because my younger son does the EXACT same thing over the silliest things (like a wrapper). He's five now and it hasn't stopped much, either. I opened him a little baggie of pretzels recently & god forbid, I opened it from the bottom instead of the top by accident and he refused to even have one pretzel out of the bag because it was opened the wrong way. Silly kids.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Ugh, I hate those kind of moments. I hope today is an easier day!

GJT said...

I'm right there with you in this situation, as my daughter is pulling similar tantrums. Things just seem to go in phases, and I'm sure there's something developmental going on that I can't see or understand. Still, those days make me want to crawl in to bed at 8pm with a bottle of wine. Hang in there!

Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell said...

Yes, I've been exhausted with the season change too!

That wrapper tantrum was crazy!

~ Noelle said...

Sorry to say it, but glad I am not the only one dealing with this... I am not sure what is going on, but it drives me NUTS some times... I mean, the littlest thing sets them off... ugh...

Are We There Yet! said...

I sure don't miss days like that. Happy mine is grown and when the Grandkids act up, I can send them home.

My Journey With Candida said...

My nerves would of been frazzled after 45 minutes of a crying jag.

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