As in Motormouth Meltdown Monday.
In other words, we’ve had one of those days today.
I can’t blame him really, we have the trifecta of causes for an over-emotional child.
He’s poorly with chickenpox.
He’s sleep deprived after our holiday.
He’s 4 years old.
What this meant in practice was that he cried today.
Mini trying to steal his food.
At not being allowed to go to playgroup today.
Asbo not wanting to be stroked.
His puzzle getting stuck in its box.
Him not being allowed more chocolate.
It being 2 o’clock.
Mini wanting to play with his toys.
Me wanting him to pick up his toys.
Him not being allowed to watch TV while he was eating his dinner.
Him hurting his toes when he fell over one of the toys he’d failed to pick up.
To say this was tiring for all of us is an understatement. In the end I persuaded him to snuggle in our bed with the tablet to watch Aladdin (for about the 90th time). The idea was him having a sleep would help his soldiers fight the virus that was giving him his rash.
Perhaps I need to explain about his soldiers. To help him get through his vaccinations we told him he had lots of tiny soldiers in his body that help him get better when he was hurt. He’s taken to this idea with a passion we didn’t expect. He tells complete strangers about how his soldiers are helping him. He told the nurse he was disappointed he was getting his vaccination with a nose spray rather than a needle. When they drew a life-size outline of him at playgroup he had to put a germ and a soldier in there as well as a heart.
Anyway, back to Aladdin. I asked Motormouth agreed to try and snuggle and have a sleep.
He agreed. He even managed to have a little nap.
And woke up grumpy.
Mini didn’t help either. She knows loads of words but only uses one.
She practised using it a lot today.
And she has my tone of voice down pat. So much so that even Motormouth was laughing.
She hasn’t quite sussed that sometimes the no is aimed at her rather than her brother.
Like when I’m telling her not to try and pull the table cloth off the table.
Or not to throw things at me when I’m trying to change her nappy.
Or going up to her brother and slapping him.
Or steal her brother’s food.
Maybe I can understand him crying at that.