Yep, and you all thought we lived just outside of Melbourne on a quiet little farmlet right?
Somehow my house has been miraculously moved from in between the pine trees and cows to TANTRUM CITY!
A good majority of the last few days have been spent with one or other, or both, of my children on the floor, screaming and wailing, with snot dripping off their chins and tears streaming down their cheeks.
Why? Well most of the time I have no idea. Sometimes it revolves around someone doing something to someone else that the else doesn’t like. Pushing, shoving, refusing to put on the TV or allow jam eating straight from the jar.. little things like that. On the odd occasion it is over something very worthwhile… something I’d throw a tantrum over too if I could. Your sister biting you on the bum (yes! I am serious!) or sitting on your head with no nappy on, stuff that matters. Often it is about stuff I really don’t understand.
“I don’t want to do anything…. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I want to do something!”
“what do you want to do?”
“noooooooo I want to do something!!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa“
Bearing in mind that they have both had gastro and now have wicked colds, complete with major snots and nasty asthma coughs I am trying to be nice. I am trying to be understanding. I am trying to figure out how to do something while doing nothing! Yet often I find myself saying not so hot things like ‘fine then, do nothing and something and just sit there and cry’ … ooops… there goes another less than stellar parenting moment down in history!