As I sit here typing this, we are watching Wall-E for the millionth time. My child’s day isn’t complete without watching it at least two times.
This is exactly how I feel…
I could sing the opening song in Wall-E from Hello Dolly by heart now. “Out there, there’s a world outside of Yonkers…”
But I’m not going to argue if it makes Mabel happy…it could be far worse, right? Especially after the past 6 days…
6 days? 6 crazy days…
It all started last Tuesday; a giant welcome to the Terrible Twos. Up until then, I thought it was quite possibly a mythical phase that parents told other parents to scare them since Mabel had been nothing but super sweet since she turned two. Oh how wrong I was.
She woke up crying…and screaming. Like mad screaming. I walked into her room and gave her our typical morning greeting and all I got in return was more screaming and a karate chop to the neck. It was too early in the morning to be dealing with stuff like that, cue the ‘ain’t nobody got time for that!‘ saying.
I figured she had just woken up on the wrong side of the crib and it was nothing some milk and breakfast wouldn’t fix. I was severely wrong.
This sour attitude lasted until nap time…but then it got worse. Mabel normally loves going to nap/bed. She’ll walk me upstairs, and wait at her crib until I lift her in. But today…it was going to be an epic battle.
She ran away.
She threw things.
Who the heck is this child?! Surely she isn’t mine!
For an hour I watched her on her monitor. Everything got thrown out of her crib, she stripped off all her clothes, and screamed bloody murder, finally passing out. For only 45 minutes. Momma needed more of a break than that after such a rough morning.
So I ignorantly thought things might be better after this short nap. Nope.
It was screaming and crying once again until her father got home. Normally, he gets a nice greeting of ‘It’s Dada!” while she runs to him. This time, it was: a loud scream and a fall to the floor tantrum as he walked in. I told him it had been one of those days where I would have gladly traded places and gone to work for him.
This continued until bath time (which she normally loves) and she cried the entire time…then did a lovely copy of nap time all over again for bedtime.
This went on for 5 whole days.
We had made sure she wasn’t sick, hurting, or in pain…we couldn’t figure out what it was.
I was seriously beginning to doubt my ability as a mother and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t cry at least once.
I had no idea what had happened or where my normally sweet child had gone and who this screaming tantrum child was.
Then just as quickly as this terrible behavior had started, it begin to disappear. Sunday, I began to see little bits of my sweet Mabel shining through the crazy behavior.
And this morning (Monday), I went into her room to get her expecting to get a screaming toddler…I received a smile and a giggle.
I knew immediately she was back.
And thank goodness, because I needed to regain my sanity. Not to mention she had been making me doubt we could handle another baby if that craziness would have continued.
Now I’m not oblivious to that behavior rearing it’s ugly head again…I think it’s a natural process of toddlers wanting to test their independence and boundaries…but I hope she gives me a while before dumping that on me again.
What’s some of the most memorable (if I can even say that) Terrible Two behavior that you’ve survived? Or do you have any tips for me that you could share?