Someone should be proud of me. I have just survived a 90 minute tantrum from my two year old. I did not give in and give her a biscuit, cordial, bread, juice or lollies or let her watch Hi-5, Jessie-Doll ("Toy Story 2") or give in to any of her other demands while she held the entire house at ransom. I am exhausted. After three children I know this should just wash over me, but it never does.
My sister is a child psychologist and between us we are going to start advocating a new type of therapy for parents called "Regression Therapy". It allows parents to behave like children to try and get their way. I'm gonna try this when I go with Kelv to the shops next, and he won't let me get a new Pandora for my bracelet. I'm gonna just sit in the middle of the store and scream until I get it, shouting things like "Give it to me!" or "You're a stink bomb, I want it NOW!". And then, when no one cleans up after themselves at home, I'm gonna go to my room and slam the door and not come out. Or demand to listen to Radio National over and over and over again while driving to school (instead of the incessant Hi-5 or Boomchickaboom from 106.3.
I'll let you know how it goes..
Kathleen
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I waannnnaaaa glass of wine, I waaannnaa read by myself, I waaanna book, I waaannna book, I waaannna book
thanks I feel better
xx
kudos to you on making it through the tantrum, we'll torture her in her adolescent years in revenge
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