I’m a tantrum survivor. Sort of!

As I sat, white faced, close to tears, next to a pale, blotchy, hiccuping daughter, I tried to work out exactly why what just happened had happened. Believe it or not from that description, no major tragedy had befallen us, no near miss in the car, no death of a beloved pet, we still had all our limbs.

No, all that had happened was that we had just survived a tantrum, not just any tantrum though, not a bit of foot stamping or the lying on the floor wailing business that small boy is so fond of. No, this was a full on screaming, punching, kicking, flailing, sobbing, ‘you’ve ruined my life’ kind of a tantrum. (Yes she really said that, she is five, I have no idea where she got it from!!)

I’m aware that I’m sounding dramatic, and maybe we both have a flair for it, she certainly picked her stage well, a packed square in the centre of a popular Italian town on market day. (We had a crowd around us at one point!) However, I did feel completely drained, emotionally battered and physically shaken up in the aftermath, as if we had both weathered the sort of storm that you see on the news.

We have only had a few of these thank goodness, but each time I feel as though my soul has been slightly pummeled. I end up wondering if it was my fault, if I could have done anything differently, whether I am a bad mother.

There are certain things that I think trigger these monumental melt downs, tiredness being the main offender. I also think that sugar is a contributor, and if there has been a change in routine it doesn’t help and over indulgence and spoiling when on holiday or around birthday time is pretty fatal.

But it is impossible to work out which combination of these will result in the tantrum, if at all, because sometimes she is whacked out on sugar after an exhausting party and is the sweetest little girl.

I wish I had the answers as to how to deal with it. I have tried lots of tactics, the most recent being offering a no-strings-attached cuddle, and then sorting things out and getting the requisite apology when it has all calmed down.

Sometimes it is impossible to get through to her though, when she is so far into it, reaching out to her is just not an option, especially if she is angry and lashing out. This is fairly rare thank goodness, and getting much less frequent as she gets older and I learn how to read the warning signs.

During this last one, I kept calm, remarkably calm, I stayed firm and didn’t back down, I’d told her we were leaving the market due to her behaviour, after having given her several chances to turn it round and her continuing down the same line, and I was determined to follow through with it, even when she started screaming as if she were being kidnapped and the crowd gathered!

I am slightly ashamed to admit that I resorted to threatening to cancel her birthday party and even pretended to write a text to the bouncy castle man to tell him it wasn’t needed! (I know I know but it was a desperate measures situation and I was feeling totally out of my depth and at a bit of a loss.)

I got her away eventually, and managed to find a less public place to sit, she raged on for a bit more, until eventually the rage burned out and we were both left sitting there like tornado survivors.

After it had passed, she was the sweetest little girl again. It was hard to imagine her ever being like that. She is not coping fantastically well with the whole idea of school. She misses me when she is there and feels frustrated that she has to go and we do fun things without her. Which I can completely understand.

She is also exhausted, everything new, so much to do, so much to learn, and I am relieved to say that this was at half term and we haven’t had any incidents anywhere near this scale since, but I know that friends are struggling as well, and now I realise how many of us are experiencing this, it does make me feel better to know that I’m not alone, not that I would wish it on anyone else but it’s nice to know there are others out there who know what it’s like to cling to that emotional life raft in a sea of screaming!

Especially as all the mums I know that are also going through it are wonderful, kind, caring people, and it helps me to see that if we are all in the same boat, maybe it is just that some children are more sensitive to big life changes then others, can’t cope with tiredness as easily, find their emotions harder to understand and manage, and it isn’t the reflection on my parenting that I have been beating myself up about in the aftermath of these tantrum tornados. She is a lovely girl usually, she isn’t badly behaved as a rule, we are nowhere near applying for a spot on a ‘send in a nanny and film us all melting down’ type of tv program, generally she is sweet, polite, funny, helpful, just ever so occasionally, something overtakes her that she has no control over.

So if you are a mama and any of this rings a bell with you you, give yourself a hug from me because it’s hideous and horrible but these days will pass and I’m sure that one day we will be sipping wine and laughing uproariously about how embarrassing it all was.

Just not yet!!

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Thankfully things are more like this between us…otherwise I wouldn’t want to get up in the morning! πŸ˜€

 

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The ‘allergic to’ series.

Oh I do like to be beside the C C C!

I’ve decided to do my alphabet letter posts separately. They seem a bit lost & disjointed at the end of the posts!

Today is the turn of C. It was a little tricky actually!

Here goes;

I’ve yet to find a seriously hard letter to omit from a paragraph. Will this be the one, I find myself wondering? Not really if I’m honest. I’ve stumbled a few times, it’s needed a few edits but nothing major really and I’ve yet to resort to a thesaurus, maybe if I try to write in the moment.

As I write, I am sat at the glorious boat housing area in a well known large town with a giant landmark religious building, enjoying a hot beverage that is not tea with my faithful boy at my feet. Now that was not so easy! πŸ˜… 

Any guesses where I am?
 
Look at that face!! Happy birthday old man. 11 yesterday!
 
 

Allergic to ‘E’ challenge

So I was challenged by the lovely *ahem*Β Every Word You SayΒ to undertake writing an entire paragraph without using the letter E once. (By the way, I haven’t started yet, just in case you were thinking I really haven’t understood the point of this!! πŸ™‚ )

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I shall begin now. Holy macaroni, how tough. A quick brainstorm and what joy, amazingly I can still wax lyrical about pink, unicorns, a fabulous sparkly fairy, fun things such as knights, dragons, roaring dinosaurs, glowing light from bright moons shining in a dark night sky.

Also, a fun fact about your author, four birthdays flown past from a point that, big with baby bump, I took against an innocuous thing, a tomato, and still to this day, I can’t stand to munch that fruit.

So thanks to you, blogging buddy, for passing on this writing hardship, so tough, traumatic I would go so far to say. Now though, I must go, for a mosquito is trying to hunt my tasty blood.

Boom! πŸ˜€

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Wow, so I am more than a little proud of myself now. As Mr Pear Bear said; nailed it! High praise indeed!

Never one to hog all the fun, I nominate these bloggers to do the same! Let’s get those synapses firing!! πŸ˜€

  • Link to the person who nominated you and thank them.Β 
  • Write a paragraph without using the letter β€˜E’.
  • Nominate 5 other bloggers.
  1. Inte fan gor det detΒ (I am so interested to see if this is easier or harder in another language!)
  2. Claire at Art and Soul
  3. Sophie Speaks Up
  4. Occupation (m)other
  5. Silence Killed the Dinosaurs

And that’s me done! Phew, goodbye for now! πŸ˜€