Beware: another whinge post.
I have long maintained that the concept of “terrible twos” is a joke that the parents of older children came up with to mess with the heads of those parents whose children were entering toddlerdom. Even though I realised this pretty early on, I am still astounded at how horrible my child has become as the years have passed.
Oh, don’t get me wrong… some days she is just delightful and cute and well behaved and I always love her, demon child or not, but for the purposes of the story I will stick with detailing devilish behaviour.
Hannah started tantruming early on as I’m sure a lot of children do. She was fairly certain from 18 months old that she was fairly capable of doing anything and that she didn’t need my help thankyouverymuch. Of course, this resulted in many a meltdown when she discovered that her bodily abilities had not quite caught up with her will.
By age two she was fairly capable… well, atleast a tad more capable and so therefore the tantrums sort of petered off… relative to the tantrums of the pre-two period. So I continued on my merry way thinking this two year old stuff wasn’t half bad.
THEN SHE TURNED THREE.
Three…. how do I even describe it? I think “threenager” is quite apt… and then also my sister sums it all up when Hannah decides she is going to do something, eg make a milo, and barges on through with a chair and then starts screaming her little heart out when something doesn’t go to plan or someone disrupts her mission. Jute simply says “Oh right, I forgot you were three.”
It seems in the last few months that Hannah has upped the tantrum level in frequency, noise output, and length. I’m not averse to a little screaming session myself so I totally get it, but as a parent it is starting to wear a little thin when we have to have one in the morning before we leave for creche/work, one while leaving creche as she doesn’t want to leave, one when we get home and I refuse to let her have a yoghurt as dinner is approximately 10 minutes away, one while preparing dinner when we have to move her chair to get into the dishwasher, and one when it’s time to go to the toilet before bed and I have to convince her that it isn’t a good idea to try and go through the night without peeing when you have not made an appearance at the toilet since we made it home.
My usual method of dealing with it is to give her the option of ending the tantrum or gently remove her to her bedroom so that she can scream and we can talk. I don’t mind that so much. It’s just that each tantrum seems to take at least 15 minutes or longer to deal with and that is 15 precious minutes that I could be spending with a nice child – given how little time I do have for her.
Gah. I can only continue on and hope that it passes soon.