A few weeks ago my little girl suddenly went, well, evil… With a cute little grin and a sweet little laugh she will commit acts of naughtiness, completley ignoring me as I tell her to stop!
And now the temper tantrums from hell have arrived.
Leaving home to go to the park – meltdown.
Leaving the park to come home – meltdown.
Getting in the bath – meltdown.
Getting out of the bath – meltdown.
Getting in the Coles trolley – meltdown.
Getting out of the Coles trolley – meltdown.
Having her arching her back in the car so I have to pin her down with one hand and get a seatbelt done up with the other? Oh what fun…
So yesterday after meltdown number 4653 of the day (nappy change) Hubby arrives home. In the filthiest state he has ever come home in ( and he has been to rubbish tip fires with CFA and had sewarage spilled all over him at work so this is saying something).
Does he strip off outside and bring his gear in the laundry door? NO – he strips off in the loungeroom so spreads muck all over.
I looked at my red faced tantrumming child.
I looked at the sheer mess he had created.
I had a mummy meltdown….Having finished my own little temper tantrum I formally advised him I was on strike and slammed our bedroom door.
After a quiet hour of reading (something that has not happened in nearly 3 years) I suddenly realised how suspiciously quiet everything was.
Heart in mouth I crept out to have a look…
One freshly bathed munchkin curled up good as gold on Daddy’s lap, cleaned up loungeroom, washing machine on and tea in the oven. He even served up AND did the dishes!
I am going to meltdown more often!
Posted by katelt, 26th November 2013