morning with Chunk; – We went to a playgroup, saw Nanny and then I went to
work, but whilst I was away somebody swapped my child for the spawn of Satan!
For the last few days he has woken up at 5.50am rather than
the 6.30am that has been the recent routine (I miss his 7am wake up so much!).
So this has meant his 2 hour afternoon nap has happened earlier, as he has been
tired a lot quicker. Today he decided a quick 10 minutes in the car before I
dropped him off before work was sufficient. He refused all attempts by my
sister to have his nap, so when I arrived in the early evening, he was sleep
deprived and a bit ratty (as to be expected).
hour, but was conscious of the fact dinner time was fast approaching and if I didn’t
get him up, he would be awake way beyond his usual bedtime (and Mummy would
have a breakdown). So I woke him up, and he wasn’t happy; He whined and cried,
which he does do sometimes and it only takes a few minutes for him to return to
tantrum from hell began- it looked a little something like this:
the food I was cooking to distract him: the crying continued.
with (a great distraction usually): crying continued and started to get louder.
beaker got slapped and thrown back at me.
nickname Chunk): this too got thrown at me and the floor, followed by an icy
glare and a grunt, then more crying.
stop: the cries turned into screams and he flung himself back to keep hitting
his head on the floor.
tried: the screaming continued and he started flinging himself back, smacking
my face and stiffening up so I couldn’t hold him anymore.
sorted him out: he carried on crying and then started to smack my legs, hard.
put him down and left room to do some deep breathing, as at this point my head
was going to explode: he followed me (again screaming angrily and looking at me
like he wanted to kill me) and proceeded to throw toys at my head…HARD TOYS
AT MY HEAD.
tried to sit on sofa with him: I got hit again whilst he carried on screaming
crying lowered and he started to watch it.
holding a hot, angry toddler was uncomfortable to say the least!)
the dinner: the crying, screaming and
flinging himself around began again.
Baby Jake the whole time (and trying to keep myself calm!) and showed him his
dinner: this time he sat there and seemed to calm.
and dipping it into the sauce, and THANK GOD he started to look more like my
son and began to eat quietly!
occasionally throw food at me when he didn’t like it on his gums (so tantrum
still there slightly!) but I think he may be teething so I can cope with that.
daredevil, but funny and sweet boy, so WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
he has been having tantrums for the last few months, but he’s only 16 months
old and this was something so different (and MUCH longer) to the normal tantrums and has
confirmed that the boy doesn’t like being woken up! (His father was the same).
up at 5.50am and see how he likes it…
in some headphones, a sound-proof room and a crash helmet.