Monday, March 07, 2005
From Unusually Pissy to Unusually Calm
Can someone please explain to me how an 18 month old can go from..Quietly napping on the 45 minute drive home while mom is up front in the mini van singing some 50 Cent and THE MINUTE I get her out of the car she has whining screaming fits for the next hour UNTIL dinner is served and she eats like a HOG ASS PIG and then she is a perfect angel for the rest of the night to the point where I let her stay up past her bedtime but I spend that time left shoving valium down my throat b/c I have VERY BAD nerves and she got on my last fucking one.
Toddlers scare me. I love her...so much..but she is going to put me in the looney ward.
BTW..I don't really take valium so no HATERS please.
6 Comments:
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commented at 8:36 PM~
My kids useta have those out of body experiences like that. One minute sleepin like an angel, next one I'm tryin to find a cross and a bottle of holy water. I never understood it, but I think ya gotta ride it out like a surfer in shark infested waters. If all else fails--get a bottle of Nyquil. No!! I'm kiddin... I always wanted to give my kids a Nyquil/Benadryl cocktail when they would act like that. But, On the lighter side I guess we are blessed when so many aren't...if that's any comfort. (say that 3 times and click your heels together...)
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commented at 8:39 PM~
p.s.
I had a 7 year old little girl today tell me her momma was "gettin in her pockets". When I asked what "gettin in her pockets" meant she said "she's getting on my last nerve". I had to leave the room..just goes to show we can drive 'em crazy too.-
Pissy Britches commented at 8:10 AM~
Guuurll..you know it was Candyshop. Love that freaking song.
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commented at 3:43 AM~
Damn, I really feel your words deep down. One of my worst moments as a parent came when my boy was maybe 2, and he was driving me nuts. After trying to hold it in all evening, I finally just exploded. I was yelling this poor kid, and his face went from "playing with dad" to "terrified of the monster" in an instant.
That scared face was like someone slapping me down, or pulling the trigger on myself. I was so horribly depressed for a long time, thinking how bad a person I was. I think about that every day, 9 years later.
I guess the point is ... perserverance, liquor, give yourself a timeout, go in the garage and beat up something with a broomstick ... but if it is too much, call someone, parents, in-laws, siblings, _someone_ to talk you down off the ledge.
If you explode on your kids, you never forgive yourself, and they never forget.-
commented at 11:49 AM~
I'm so glad I have only one child and now that she's 23, those tantrums are quite the distant memory.
Canyon Dude has good suggestions, though. Where were /you/ 21 years ago? j/k
lol @ home detention lady.-
Pissy Britches commented at 3:59 PM~
Lil sister-21 years ago..I was 7 and my daddy was probably whipping my ass for something.hahah.
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