My older son was pretty much done with the throw-yourself-down-and-scream/cry sorts of tantrums by the time he turned three, and it completely astounds me that my daughter still does it.
There's no reasoning, there's no calming down and talking, there's no...nothing. Except her tantruming and me wanting to crawl out of my skin, it drives me so completely crazy.
She had to get dressed this morning so that we could take my son to preschool, but she "didn't feel like it." It is still very cold here in the mornings, and I can't take her in her PJs - she does have to be dressed. I try to be gentle about it, and the kids are used to the routine: I've even sweetened the deal by allowing them to watch Curious George on PBS after they've gotten dressed/brushed teeth/combed hair/PJs in closet. For a formerly TV-free family, this is a big deal in our house; we have George on 3-4 mornings a week and a family movie on Fridays, but generally no TV other than that.
This morning, she wanted to watch George without getting dressed. I gently but firmly reminded her of the deal - clothes first, then George.
She threw herself down on the floor and screamed for fifteen minutes. I spent a few minutes trying to help her calm down, and then I got in the shower. She was still mad when I got out, and I told her that she needed to stop screaming and get dressed. I was still calm and focused on trying to help her, but then I heard my voice come out of my body: "If you cannot stop crying and screaming, we will not be going to playgroup this morning. Playgroup does not allow tantrums."
The voice in the back of my head yelled NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *I* want to go to playgroup! I want to drink coffee with the other moms! Don't take that away!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!But I did.
She got dressed in time to take A to preschool and she's since calmed down and is much nicer now that she's had a few minutes to breathe and eat some breakfast. She is quite lovely now, and chattering and drawing at the table behind me. I so desperately want to go to playgroup because I haven't been out and about in days with other adults (dh didn't even come home from work last night until we were all in bed), but that little voice in the back of my head is trying to reason that there should be consequences to actions, while the other little voice is still tantruming itself: Mama wants to go to playgroup! Mama wants to go!

I feel ridiculous.
This day needs to start over.
There's no reasoning, there's no calming down and talking, there's no...nothing. Except her tantruming and me wanting to crawl out of my skin, it drives me so completely crazy.
She had to get dressed this morning so that we could take my son to preschool, but she "didn't feel like it." It is still very cold here in the mornings, and I can't take her in her PJs - she does have to be dressed. I try to be gentle about it, and the kids are used to the routine: I've even sweetened the deal by allowing them to watch Curious George on PBS after they've gotten dressed/brushed teeth/combed hair/PJs in closet. For a formerly TV-free family, this is a big deal in our house; we have George on 3-4 mornings a week and a family movie on Fridays, but generally no TV other than that.
This morning, she wanted to watch George without getting dressed. I gently but firmly reminded her of the deal - clothes first, then George.
She threw herself down on the floor and screamed for fifteen minutes. I spent a few minutes trying to help her calm down, and then I got in the shower. She was still mad when I got out, and I told her that she needed to stop screaming and get dressed. I was still calm and focused on trying to help her, but then I heard my voice come out of my body: "If you cannot stop crying and screaming, we will not be going to playgroup this morning. Playgroup does not allow tantrums."
The voice in the back of my head yelled NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *I* want to go to playgroup! I want to drink coffee with the other moms! Don't take that away!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!But I did.

She got dressed in time to take A to preschool and she's since calmed down and is much nicer now that she's had a few minutes to breathe and eat some breakfast. She is quite lovely now, and chattering and drawing at the table behind me. I so desperately want to go to playgroup because I haven't been out and about in days with other adults (dh didn't even come home from work last night until we were all in bed), but that little voice in the back of my head is trying to reason that there should be consequences to actions, while the other little voice is still tantruming itself: Mama wants to go to playgroup! Mama wants to go!

I feel ridiculous.
This day needs to start over.








I did end up taking her after a long talk, and we haven't had much drama the rest of the day.
