Category Archives: Challenges
Sometimes, parenting isn’t easy.
Sometimes your child will run out into the middle of a road while the other one runs in the opposite direction while yelling their head off. Said children may cause chaos and shout all through a supermarket trip or restaurant meal, throw things at each other/you and scream that they hate you because you cut their sandwich into squares and not triangles.
Sometimes people will glare at you while this happens because obviously you are a terrible parent and should have 20 arms and psychic abilities and/or definitely should have brought them up better than that. Tut tut.
Sometimes those people can shove their opinions. You will feel angry, you will feel helpless, you will feel like those people are right.
They’re not. You’re amazing. Keep going.
Note to self: get more chocolate.
Today, my children have been sad/angry/annoyed for a variety of reasons. And I know that for them these things are big things and they matter – a 4 and 2 year old cannot understand why certain things can or can’t happen.
That said, it’s still amusing to look back on it as an adult and find it slightly bemusing as to why these things are bothersome. So with that, I bring you the reasons my children have thrown tantrums today:
- Music was playing when they didn’t want it to
- A particular song was not playing
- I was unable to pick up E at a specific moment
- Music was no longer playing
- The duvet was not in a certain position on E’s bed
- There was a yellow towel in the bathroom and not a white one
- The duvet was in a certain position on E’s bed
- There were no Cheerios for breakfast, despite the fact that they didn’t want any
- I offered the wrong colour spoon for eating breakfast
- Getting dressed is for losers
- …Not those socks
- We got stuck in traffic and I wouldn’t “just overtake” the big line of traffic in front of me
All of this happened in about 3 hours this morning, at which point I decided it was time to admit defeat and let Peppa Pig look after them for a while (you know it’s bad if I’ve resorted to that – I hate that show!). Aaaaaaand breathe!
So this weekend was not a great one. D ended up (thankfully briefly) in intensive care on Thursday night and after pumping him full of antibiotics for 48 hours, he responded well to treatment and was allowed to come home on Saturday. He has to go back to hospital every day for more drips and checks and isn’t allowed out of the house or to see any other children until he’s been given the all clear, which we expect to happen in a week’s time if all goes well.