So I technically never finished describing how crazy the bean was but lucky for us all it continued into yesterday! Oh yay!! It was one of those few time where I have wondered where the mute, or pause, or even just a slow motion button was on the child remote control. Don't get me wrong she was as cute as a button, but she just wouldn't stop. It was like somebody pulled the rip chord with a full tank and decided to just let it run A..L..L D..A..Y! First she would start with hollering at the dogs for being in the flowers, which while I appreciated because no I don't want them in there, was also not just a holler but rather an ear piercing screech that made you momentarily dizzy. Then she would go off and play with her bike for a few minutes only to then be mad because Guinness refused to chase her. Of course followed by then chasing the dog around the yard wondering why she kept running away. All of which would normally be fine since they both definitely need the exercise, however, with the men in the yard trying to assemble the gazebo and me on the porch trying to give them directions, it was a bit too much noise. Then on Saturday we added the rain into the mix and now wet dogs, wet child; because she refused to keep the rain coat on and grumpy men because they were getting wet and it got interesting. So yesterday, not quite as bad since the gazebo was now up and we could just relax in it. On the flip side, still cold and drizzel-ish for the majority of the day. Of course Tori just kept asking to go inside and watch a movie, to which I told her no she had too much energy to be inside. Then provoking the temper tantrum!
She really has gotten entirely too good at them and it makes me wish those were one of those things they video taped; got you all riled up then had you sit and watch the tape while some annoying sound was in the background, or while your husband shouted directions from the lawn, something to keep the frustration going so you could truly experience a good one as an adult. I mean it's one thing to sit and watch a kid on a "reality" show throw a fit and watch the "Supper Nanny" or someone come in and say, "Now all you need to do is add a bit more structure to the child's life and this won't happen." FYI for all you non parents, not the way it works. In the heat of the moment you have screaming child in front of you, probably doing the one thing you have told him/her not to do a million times; our case, playing with the door, and then more screaming. You try the "goose-fra-ba" the breathe in and count to ten while you exhale and you're getting to a calmer state when all the sudden WHAM, something or someone has hit the floor. Now there is either more screaming, some added crying or the moment of silence before the wail because your child is trying to take in enough air they can actually make that much more noise. Oh, and don't forget the dogs pacing around your feet because they hate to hear the baby cry, or the husband outside the house wanting to know where a particular wrench is.
"I HAVE NO *&$^ING CLUE, CHECK YOUR TOOL BOX!!!"
What a novel idea that men would keep tools in the tool box.
Ok, pause, re-focus, screaming child on the other side of the door. Evaluate the screaming and crying. Is there a twinge of pain in there, nope. Ok now do you hear the true distress because they did something they actually feel bad about, hmm that one is questionable still. Is there at least a three second pause between phases of noise, yes. Ok, it is clear to enter the room and try to calmly talk to the child, reason with them as to what ever it was that initiated the tantrum. In our case, not being able to watch a movie after getting home from the farmer's market. Provided all goes well you sit and chat with your child for a few minutes, explain why they weren't allowed to :fill in the blank:, ask if they understand, explain that it makes you sad when you have to yell, or when the child yells and that everyone gets what they want much easier and faster if we use big girl words and don't scream and yell. Offer a hug and kiss, provided all is going well and then an alternative activity.
Yea sounds easy when it's written down but it's like the mass amounts of training the marines go through to stay calm and re attach their respirator in the event they get attacked while underwater. You never really know how you're going to respond until you're in the water blindfolded and some jerk comes ad punches you in the gut and then rips the hose off the back of your head. SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME AIR!!!
Fortunately after some lunch and a nap moods improved and although the clouds never gave up we did sit and enjoy the back yard until bed time. Just felt so good to not be stuck inside.
Now we have moved on to Monday and seeing as I got absolutely no laundry done this weekend that is what my day will be filled with today. As well as putting out a few more job applications. I did have the college go ahead and re-enroll me for next year but the financial aid department said there was little to no help there so I have to figure out some way, other than more student loans, to cover the next year so I'm hoping with work will come money to pay tuition! and daycare and gas etc.
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