Wednesday, March 25, 2009

melt downs R us

The plumber came. Fixed the sink. Charged the requisite arm and leg. S is having a tantrum day- every day is a tantrum day, but today is one of those incredulous tantrum days, where there are screaming fits about where one eats breakfast, about me not letting her hit the delete button while I check my email (I have no idea how she knows anything about a delete button, but she does) about me forbidding a third granola bar in the span of 10 seconds. She was screaming so loud when the plumber called we couldn't hear each other on the phone. Luckily, he told me he'd call when he was on his way, so we both knew why he was calling and didn't have the need to hear each other. The whole time he was fixing the sink, she was screaming. I wanted to crawl under the table. Finally, when the plumbing was almost done, I put the tv on, S lay on the couch, demanded covers and put her head on a pillow. As the plumber left, he said "enjoy nap time" yeah, no shit. But he paused on the way out, looked at S on the couch and said, "I really miss those days. Man, I really miss them." And then I not only wanted to hide under the table, I wanted to cry under the table.

S will be 2 in a few weeks. She is such a maniac right now. I seriously don't know what to do with her a lot of the time. I refuse to tip toe around her volatile mood, but it sometimes takes all I can muster to stomp around doing what I know is right. She fights for her way like nothing I have ever seen. She fights for equality. We went out to dinner last night, and ordered the girls chocolate milk. The waiter brought H's, but either heard us wrong or forgot S's. We mistakenly said it could wait until after we ordered. Well. S yelled so loud they turned up the music to drown her out. Then the lip came out, and the tears sprung out of her eyes. That poor waiter ran to get her milk. And only then we could order.

We were watching CNN last night, after Obama's news conference, and they had this ridiculous collage of words that were used by Obama and the reporters- the more often the word was used the bigger it was. (Really? This is what we've become? But that's not my point) If I had one for S, and assuming wailing is not a word, the biggest would be NO, followed by MORE, AGAIN and LET'S GO.

1 comment:

Left of Ordinary said...

Oh, this sounds pretty familiar. Minus the plumber.