i joke quite often on how “i’ll raise my daughter first, take care of my drinking problem after”
i know it’s nothing to joke about..
but i feel your pain oh i do !This. This is exactly how I feel. Lol. It’s really no laughing matter but if I don’t laugh sometimes I feel I will explode. So yeah. Just know you are not alone and someday your memory will skim over all this time with a sort of fuzziness for details.
OMG! I needed this story this AM. Thank You!
(And I do hope today goes better.)
Ah, yes. The illogical tantrums. Those are the best. Ryan once lost his mind when I dared to tear his turkey bacon in half. I’m all, “Dude, it’s still the same amount of bacon… and it tastes the same.. it’s just easier to handle…“
And then there was the time I tried to give him the red sippy cup instead of the blue sippy cup. He never cared about the color before that day or since.
Wow can I relate to this post! I get total freakouts if I don’t read his mind and select the exact bowl my son wanted to use. Then just when I’m at my wits end, he’ll say (through tears), “I want to use the bowl like mommy’s!“ and I’ll feel guilty for losing my patience because he’s such a sweet heart. ;)
OMG!!!
“I WANTED TO OPEN THE DOOR, MOMMY! YOU OPEN THE DOOR! I WANT YOU TO OPEN IT! NO! I WILL OPEN IT! WHY DID YOU OPEN IT! *closes door* WHY DID YOU OPEN IT, MOMMY! I WANTED TO OPEN IT!
I feel ya.
OMG! I kid you not, I dealt with this SAME EXACT melt down a week ago. I tried to serve oatmeal with an adult size spoon, and our world ended. I now wash his spoons by hand so they are always available, or can be quickly washed. My pregnancy state of mind cannot handle melt downs over SPOONS!
been there. lol
The worst is when it’s OK one day… but the end of the world the next.
They keep you on your toes.
Yesterday we were halfway through lunch when my 2 year old realized that I had the blue plate, she had the red plate, and she WANTED the blue plate.
She sobbed unconsolably for the rest of the meal.Lesson learned—give the same plate to both of us! :)
I wait for the day when she asks for mam milk with her granola. Now THAT will be interesting. Lol ;) I feel your pain. Issac is two, so I’m still at the “trying to decipher what exactly this raging screaming fit is actually about” stage… Lol
dude, I hear you on the spoon thing. totally.
*Sigh* We can all relate. Now finally at almost 4 and 5 years old, I have their preferences NAILED. Color coded, sized right, cut right, served right… etc. Of course, I’m sure now that it’s all good they will change it up and meltdowns will ensue.
Jasper is the same way about milk—he’ll request cow’s milk (or sometimes he just says “awesome milk”) or rice milk. :)

By Cambria on August 03, 2012
They are particular little people, aren’t they?
The combination of ages of 2 and 4 might drive me to drink… They are great kids, but so much energy and drama. I hid from them yesterday.
Good luck :)