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Holy Flug

on May 3, 2012

Days like today? Days like today are the reason why alcohol companies make so much money. They’re why people binge eat on ice cream and cookies, and they’re why you curl up in a ball to cry sometimes. For the record? Today is actually last Monday because I write my posts in advance ’cause I’m cool like that.

Today started with a temper tantrum.

A tantrum of epic proportions.

Kira decided that she did not want my help with her shirt, although she clearly needed it. Then she ran away from me and had to be wrangled in order to put pants on her. She melted down. Hysterical screaming, running, throwing things, throwing her body off of things. Meltdown. This lasted for 45 minutes. I offered her milk and she ran over, snatched it off the table and threw it at the ground. I held her, nope. Hugged her, nope. Time out, nope. Offering her a choice of cereal, nope. Nothing worked.

So then I cried. Over my bowl of Special K, I sat and let tears stream down my face as I failed at being a momma.

I failed because I couldn’t make it better for her. I couldn’t calm her down in any shape or form and I felt helpless.
Eventually she did come around, although continued to be in a foul mood for the morning. I decided to go out shopping anyways because I’m slow or something, and we packed up and drove off to the mall. I wanted to spend a little time looking at the awesome clearance sections of the Old Navy, hoping to score some cheap clothes for the family; which apparently translated into: I want to chase my toddler around Old Navy because she won’t stay close to me and screams like a banshee if I try to strap her into the stroller. By the time I was checkout-ready, I had to carry Kira like a football while she cried. Then ask the lady to scan the shirt she was wearing because it was easier than trying to take it off. (For the record, it was a shirt I was planning on buying, I put it on her for size and it fit so she wore it.)

We drove home for lunch (luckily Phil had already prepared something for us) and then she refused to eat most of it because she hasn’t been feeling well lately, then she cried and went down for nap. I remember saying to Phil that I really missed Ally when she was gone because it helps me to see that this too will pass when it comes to Kira’s inability to listen or process directions or emotions.

One hour later Ally returned home, waved to her father, and then promptly told me: “Mommy, did you know that I love my daddy so much more than I love you?” and then went about her merry business. Now I know that she doesn’t truly mean this, and that’s she’s also not aware of how much it hurts me even though it’s just toddler gibberish, but IT SUCKS. *swallow tears*

Then they fought over toys.

Ally had a meltdown about not being able to pick her own plate for dinner and almost opted out of participating in the entire meal because I refused to let her choose a new plate and then transfer her dinner to it *gasp*!

Kira’s poop looked like a bowl of cream of corn soup that had gone off…all day today. She had to be changed on easily cleaned surfaces in case the blowout in her pants contiued onto the surface.

Edie peed on my pillow. Again. So I had to spend the day washing all of the sheets and pee-pillows. Then the dryer burnt my pillow a little bit. I want new pillows.

Ally wanted to play with the Kinect before bed (it’s new, eeeeeee!) and I thought it would be a great way to tire her out (in the game the sensor picks your entire body up and the games involve jumping, ducking, flapping and other movements) and then Kira kept running in the way so the sensor kept restarting and Ally couldn’t properly hold her hand in one place to ‘press the on-screen buttons’ so she got frustrated and whiny and I turned the damn thing off. *inhale*

It’s almost bedtime now. Oh please, please just go to sleep. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, pleeeeeease!

Update: Nope. One giant temper tantrum, where ‘no’ is the answer to everything, and one whiny episode of how sleep is the worst thing ever and Ally’s not sleepy, ever. Plus, a side of “I didn’t feel your kiss!” and “Can tomorrow be today and then I won’t have to sleep and I can feel your kiss?” plus “There are bubbles in the back of my mouth and I don’t like them. I think I need medicine too.”

Sigh.

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10 responses to “Holy Flug

  1. lorajbanks says:

    Parenting: a torretial downpour of cream of corn soup gone bad. But there are sunny days ahead!?!?! Hang in there. And tell those girls if they’re not nice to mommy I’m going to throw their Kinnect in the garbage.

  2. sillyliss says:

    Now THAT was a truly awful day. I am going to bookmark this post when my children are bad so I can laugh and cry with you. Which will probably be happening in the near future, because my days sometimes go along very similarly.

  3. Aunt Jodi says:

    that sounds like the absolute worst day ever *hug*

    I hate hate HATE when toddlers say hurtful things that they don’t understand are hurtful. My nephew told me once that he doesn’t want me to live with him ever (even though I live with him part time), and it broke my heart. Then a few months later he told me that I have too many homes so I don’t need to live with him and I should go live “over there with the bridge, underneath it like a roof.” I know he didn’t really mean those things, just like Ally didn’t mean what she said, but it still hurts just the same.

    As for Kira’s meltdown situation: welcome to the terrible twos… 😦 just remember this TWO shall pass (pretend this pun is funny).

  4. kebibarra says:

    Wow and I thought my day sucked-yours took the cake honey. Sorry, you had such a rough day. Max has been having those lovely meltdowns as well- they drive me freaking insane and so yes, I drink, lol. Spec’s it’s like a playground for mommys ya know!

  5. jkossowan says:

    Ugh. What a terrible day. Here’s hoping to better ones in the very near future!

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