I was recently sent a link to this article by American comedian Jason Good. As Alby approaches the "terrible twos" we seem to find ourselves increasingly on the receiving end of small tantrums. Now I've done the Toddler Calm training, I've read the books, I've researched child psychology so I'm fairly comfortable with the why's and what's of tantrums and I know the text book responses I should give - and why doing so is of crucial importance. But, let's be honest, when you are tired and/or busy (which some weeks feels like always) or you just want to take some time out for yourself (I know, I'm a selfish, selfish parent), it doesn't matter how justified the tantrum is, it's just draining. What's more, I'm fairly convinced he saves up tantrums just for me - and no, don't try and convince me that's because of Trouble Monkey and I have such a close bond as I'm not buying that argument for a second.
Anyway, as a parent on the cusp of "real tantrums" this provides some lovely light relief...
46 Reasons My Three Year Old Might be Freaking Out
His sock is on wrong.
His lip tastes salty.
His shirt has a tag on it.
The car seat is weird.
He’s hungry, but can’t remember the word “hungry.”
Someone touched his knee.
He’s not allowed in the oven.
I picked out the wrong pants.
His brother looked at him.
His brother didn’t look at him.
His hair is heavy.
We don’t understand what he said.
He doesn’t want to get out of the car.
He wants to get out of the car by himself.
The iPad has a password.
His sleeve is touching his thumb.
He doesn’t understand how popsicles are made.
The inside of his nose stinks.
Chicken is gross.
A balloon he got six months ago is missing.
A puzzle piece won’t fit in upside down.
I gave him the wrong blue crayon.
The gummi vitamin is too firm.
Netflix is slow.
He jumped off the sofa and we weren’t watching.
He’s not allowed to touch fire.
Everything is wrong with his coat.
There’s a dog within a 70 mile radius.
A shoe should fit either foot.
I asked him a question.
His brother is talking.
He can’t lift a pumpkin.
He can’t have my keys.
The cat is in his way.
The cat won’t let him touch its eyeball.
The inside of his cheek feels rough.
Things take too long to cook.
He has too much food in his mouth.
He sneezed.
He doesn’t know how to type.
The DustBuster is going to eat him.
His mom is taking a shower.
Someone knocked over his tower.
He got powdered sugar on his pants.
The yogurt won’t stay on his spoon.
EVERYTHING IS TOO HOT.
A follow up article to this was posted in the Huffington Post in February: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/02/27/tantrums-toddlers_n_2774399.html#slide=901733. Not the best article I've ever read (yes, yes I know I'm not really somebody to talk) but I do love the Cave man analogy and think I may well take to calling Little Man "Little Cave Man" in future.
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