So, tantrums, then.
They are a bit worse, it seems, when I am single-parenting. Hearth-Father is away in Malta on a cricket tour.
Eddie's tantrum this afternoon was prolonged. And LOUD. Insistent. High-pitched and piercing. It made me send him to bed without any supper, which I thought only happened in Victorian novels. This was a meltdown of epic proportions. He was utterly inconsolable. His eyes, at one point, seemed to roll backwards in his head with the sheer effort of continuing to scream. And when he could get words out at all, which wasn't often, they mostly involved declamations like, "I...CAN'T....STOP...SCREAMING!" with giant shuddering gulps in between. Horrible. It made Eddie Norton's character fighting with himself in Fight Club look rational. It's been a long while since we've had one like that.
So I'm trying to work out what caused it; because, frankly, what escalated it was that I sat his Toy Story Woody toy upright instead of laying him down on the ground flat. Yes, I know. Call social services.
Since he turned three at the weekend, can I blame 'terrible twos'? I'm wondering if feeding him rubbish yesterday (birthday cake, chips, ketchup, sweets) was a deciding factor. Bad if it was, because I seem not to have fed him at all, this evening. Daddy being away? The fact that everyone bowed down to his will yesterday because he was the birthday boy - and then didn't today, when he wasn't? Being exhausted after having a lovely day in glorious late September sunshine at the stoolball, at the park and playing football?E
Who knows? All I know is that I'm as exhausted as he is. How does a little body have so much noise and fight in it? The 'expert advice' on www.babycenter.com suggests that the number one coping mechanism during a toddler tantrum is 'not losing your own cool'. Right. This is followed by the advice to 'remember that you're the adult'. Oh.
Come back, Daddy!
Currently Reading: The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver