After an eventful day at work, I arrived home to learn my darling little girl took a 30 minute nap. Sounds about right. I knew she would be fussy, but I wasn’t expecting the meltdown of the century.
This little girl has lungs! She is also very dedicated to her cause. The reason for such an extreme meltdown? I wouldn’t let her pour water all over the floor. Seriously! 45 minute meltdown with shrill screaming and noises I have never heard from her before!
I tried everything! Distraction? Nope, not cutting it! Offering a cookie? She looked at me with disgust! Tried to snuggle with her, almost got kicked in my jaw; several times. Singing to her? Absolutely not! That made her cry harder. Ignoring her? This little drama queen followed me around throwing herself on the ground and screaming as loudly as she could.
I called both my husband and my mother. I put it on speaker phone. I didn’t want to talk with them, just let them see this side of her. Also, to reassure myself that I’m not crazy and this is actually happening. Surprisingly, I was fairly calm throughout the ordeal. I tuned her out at some point. Survival skills must have kicked in.
One of our cats HATES shrill/loud sounds. The screaming was offensive to her ears. Rather than go somewhere else in the house to avoid the loud screaming, she meowed loudly in my face several times. I tried to reassure her. No success. I’m striking out with the kid and the kitties today.
As if a screaming, tantrum throwing toddler isn’t difficult enough, my cat decides to bite me. Hard. Three times! 3!!! Her tiny razor teeth got my foot, arm and shoulder! Holy hell that hurt! Made me want to hide under a blanket for several years. It was really quite rude!
This was the first major meltdown I have experienced. Probably my karma for being a world record holder for most extreme tantrums. My parents love to remind me of what a screamer I used to be! Anyway, I can say that I’m officially stumped on what I dislike more. For now it’s a draw between tantrums and cat bites. They both equally piss me off and hurt my sensitive little heart!
I am in bed, enjoying some sacred moments of solitude. I have a raging headache. I want to throw up a bit. Probably from the headache. I love that sweet little girl, who shows me that she isn’t always so sweet. I love my cats. I think my daughter is showing me she is a determined, strong-willed child. One day, when the tantrums are long forgotten I’m sure I will be grateful that she has a strong personality. I need a snack. Something chocolate. That will soothe my soul….