I always wake up thinking that Thursday’s are going to be productive. I feel motivated that the week is almost over and and I am in the groove of everything. I should have known that thinking I would get my 3 year old to school on time would not be in the plans because I jinxed myself. Never attempt to be on time with a 3 year old.
I forgot today is “Tantrum Thursday”. A day introduced by my three year old. Mostly because it is the end of the week and he is near meltdown status.
Today’s theme is Dora Yogurt. I… not having coffee yet and just wanting to feed my child and get him out of this house, opened the Mickey Mouse Yogurt and not Dora. Same Yogurt in my mind, however; not in a three year old’s mind.
I figured the Mickey Mouse yogurt would coincide with Mickey Mouse Playhouse currently playing in the background. Nope, I didn’t get the memo that it is not acceptable to have the same character yogurt as the show and so began the domino effect and the meltdown. Now I am not sure who I blame him or me. That is a lie…. I blame myself for giving choices especially with him being my second child. I should be a pro by now. So because I am mad at failing to offer choices in the beginning, I decide that 7:30 am is a perfect time to show authority. I am the Mom. I make the rules.
I calmly say Ethan, it is the same yogurt just a different picture. (Lie-one is Strawberry and the other is Strawberry/Banana but who really cares). His response-SCREAMING- I DON’T WANT MICKEY MOUSE! I WANT DORAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
I decide to try to change the subject and say let’s put our clothes on for the day. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! He screams. I proceed to try to remove his P.J. Top and he goes into crouching Tiger- hidden dragon pose and there is no way any part of this P.J ensemble is coming off.
I then walk away. It is too early and again, no coffee. I will take a shower get dressed and start my life. Perhaps he will just eat his yogurt on his own. Again, I have yet to have coffee, so I am delusional. He follows me to the room and cries over Dora Yogurt and now he wants no part of the waffle either, he now wants eggs. I refuse to be a short order cook. I am the Mom. I am the Mom!
I go to the bathroom shower, get dressed and try to ignore the fact that he is rolling on the floor screaming for Dora Yogurt. My alter ego says just give him the DAMN Yogurt. My competitive side says if you do this you will have a teenager that will torture you. I like to think big picture.
So I say “don’t eat it you then and you will go to school in your P.J’s! Mommy is making coffee!” I have my own tantrum and walk away. I am a grown up.
I call my friend, have a little mommy y mommy therapy sip my coffee and somehow he eats his waffle, let’s me put his clothes on and hugs me. I decided to leave the Yogurt alone and have it myself for breakfast once he is at day care of course. As we all know if took a bite in his presence…I would hear “THAT IS MY MICKEY MOUSE YOGURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”