The last few days have been really busy and a bit stressful around here and for some reason my 3 year old senses this like a Great White senses a nervous surfer in the ocean, and she kicks her drama queen act into high gear, and I fear it’s just to annoy me. She has literally brought me to a near breakdown and I’ve had to resort to yelling, which I hardly ever have to do, more than I’d like to. I don’t like yelling and raising my voice, I like to stay in control and calm – but sometimes, she manages to unleash the beast. And it’s just not one thing, she has managed to push all of my buttons, all at once.
– Her new thing is, whenever we get ready to go someplace and I open the van doors to load the kids in, and the van is hot inside, she FREAKS out because she says the car smells and she’s going to throw up. Yeah. So I have to open all the doors, crank up the A.C and wait for her to get ready to climb in and into her seat.
– She refuses to get out of the pool. She used to hate the water, but she has suddenly become a fish and loves to swim around in her floaty. I have 3 kids mind you, so when I say it’s time to get out of the pool – it’s time to get out of the pool. So as I’m drying the baby and getting her wet clothes off, I have to deal with my 3 year old swimming around the pool like a duck on summer vacation.
– She FREAKS out and throws herself on the floor whenever it’s time for her to clean up her toys that are all over the living room floor. I have to threaten her within an inch of her life to get her to pick anything up, and I hate threatening, because I have to follow through, which just creates more screaming and crying.
– If I ask her/ tell her to do something, she likes to tell me no, which is something I’m really working on with her – but again, when I’m having a stressful day and trying to do a million things at once – this in my mind is a huge deal which involves me yelling and holds me up on completing anything for a while longer.
It’s part of the terrorizing threes. People say the terrible twos are bad – but let me tell you from experience age 3 is the hardest age of all. I knew it was coming, but she picked the wrong time to put it into motion.
So last night I reached out to all of my local friends, those of course who had kids my daughters age – mostly her ballet friends and asked who would be willing to take my daughter off my hands for a few hours today. Surprisingly one of her friends moms agreed to take her for the entire day! So today I just have the baby to deal with since my son has a friend over, and they keep themselves busy in the basement. So today I can breath.
So do I feel bad about pawning off my daughter. Not one little bit. I need the break and hopefully she will be so worn out by the time she gets home she will pass out from exhausting and I’ll literally have a meltdown free day.