Sometimes, as much as I love my child, he has the power to drive me to distraction. Yesterday afternoon was one of those times:
I do not want to bath. Cry
I do not want to get out the bath. Cry
I cannot find my shoes. Cry
Papa is naughty. Cry
I do not like the blanket. Cry
The cat is naughty. Cry
I want to feed myself. Cry
I want to ride my bike. Cry
I fell off my bike. Cry
I just want to. Cry
I want sweeties. Cry
Carry me. Cry
I wonder, when I am feeling calmer, what makes him so upset that nothing is going right in his life? Sometimes he wants to cry and there must be a reason for that. He talks, but not very articulately (he speaks an English-Afrikaans mix and sometimes my English ears cannot pick up what he is saying).
I try not to get upset, and I eventually ran into the bathroom and took a few seconds…it did not work because he cried at the door. I called Hubby while my child cried and spoke to him for a little bit to calm me.
I then gave my child his salt dough ornaments and let him have at it with another toy. He broke them to bits, but you know what?….he stopped crying. Maybe it relieved the frustration like breaking plates?
By 7pm I was happy it was bath time. We both jumped into the shower and then we went to bed. Me to read a bit (I love reading on my tablet because it allows me to read in the dark) Hubby came in just after 9pm.
I was asleep before he made it to bed (yes I am a bad wife)
Tonight I am going to pay more attention to see what makes my child tick…because I am currently baffled.