Tantrum

Today was a Bad Day. Nothing drastic, preemie or feeding related for once, just for being a toddler. I remember reading somewhere a description of the "lovable appallingness" that is toddlers, which today was spot on but missing a little bit of the lovability. Wriggles had a horrifically tantrum filled day. She has started to have some, notably on hearing the word "no", but today was of epic proportions. I think there was a maximum of half an hour, often far less between tantrums. Nearly every one ended with her pinching me which invariably made things worse.

They were about:

•  I wanted to change her nappy
• I needed to button up her shirt
• The lid of the felt tip pen wouldn't come off quickly enough
• It wasn't the colour she wanted
• SHE wanted to colour in the hedgehog picture, despite having given me the pen and picture and having crawled off with Christmas Hedgehog
• The cardboard box I keep felt tips in wouldn't close
• The cardboard box I keep felt tips in then did close
• I wouldn't let her sabotage my radio
• I couldn't guess first time which book she wanted by a vague point at the bookshelf
• She wanted her ride-on and it wasn't right there but halfway across a small room
• I was too close
• I was too far away
• I wanted to join in her game
• I was busy doing something else
• I told her off for pinching me
• Mouse was still in the cot, not the living room
• She got bored of The Gruffalo halfway through
• I wanted to put her socks on
• She wouldn't get off a chair
• The physio wanted her to put her shoes on
• She wanted to climb on the windowsill
• She still wanted to climb on the windowsill
• She really wanted to climb on the windowsill
• I needed to go and get some groceries (and have a breath of fresh air from the flat)
• The magazine didn't tear up easily
• She couldn't launch herself head first off the sofa
• She got told off for pinching
• She wanted to watch Driver Dan's Storytrain sat on her ride-on, not the floor
• Her favourite book wasn't where she wanted it to be
• I wouldn't let her stab herself in the eye with my fork
• She poked herself in the eye with a breadstick
• I wanted to put her pyjamas on

And on that note, I am making a very strongly caffeinated beverage and possibly digging for the bottle of rum gathering dust. I have eaten a lump of cheese and may emigrate in the middle of the night leaving Christmas Hedgehog and his younger toy hedgehog friend Noodle in charge. If you would like to arrange a child swap of a gentle and well behaved angelic soul, please contact me.