Mum wouldn’t eat the cheese I pre-chewed for her…
i’m crying because of post-surgery hormone swings and pain and sleep deprivation. i’m seriously crying all fucking day. when does this stop, seriously, i am losing my shit
this sounds so hard!
Thanks for the sympathy – ugh Wednesday was ROUGH. I’m in a much better state of mind at this point. Sorry for derailing a thread not at all about me but I do really appreciate the support
I was crying 4 hours ago because the air was too cold and the sheets smell wrong and I was tired but couldn’t sleep. Meanwhile my smol ones slept peacefully.
That’s okay. I’ve been there with the “Why am I crying? Why is my body doing this?” and it’s not fun and a little scary to have that inner/outer mismatch.
I wouldn’t let her sit on my lap. (She was riding a tricycle. I wouldn’t let her be on the tricycle in my lap)
She wanted “lots of salad not a little salad!” Letting the toddler plant lettuce is both going well(liking salad) and causing meltdowns.
She climbed on the counter while I was making dinner and cut her thumb. There was no crying because she cut her thumb, or even because of the blood, but intense crying because SHE HAD TO WEAR A BAND-AID. We have put new band-aids on 3x now because she keeps pulling them off, and this stupid cut won’t stop bleeding. Each time there is an intense tantrum. What kid doesn’t like band-aids?
Disclaimer - the cut is very very shallow. It stops bleeding with pressure and elevation and then she rubs the cut against things and it starts bleeding again.
My kid. Didn’t like the sensation.
I assume that it’s a sensory thing. She seems to have sensory issues anyway, which is typical of her neuro condition.
Does she have any mittens she likes? Latte does a lot better with bandaids etc when we can cover them. With her bad finger injury/ED trip, I had to redo the surgical glue but we had to ditch the bandaid as early as we could, both because she hated it and because she sucks on that finger and I was afraid of her choking on the bandaid
Because all my favourite choc chips are gone. Mum put them ALL into the muffins. I wanted to snack on them!
This meltdown was 20+ minutes long. I got taken to Dad to tell him what I’d done wrong. Led by the hand. The hand was so small in mine and the emotions and betrayal were SO BIG.
Awww, being led to the other parent to explain How You Wronged Duckling is adorable. I would have been very sympathetic but also trying very hard to keep a straight face.
I was not very successful at this.
Mama was wearing slippers.
Because my kid was trying to demonstrate punches on me - “See mama this one is gentle but then if you do it like this-” - then I held his little fist so his other hand immediately came around to slap my face. WTF child?
Because the crayon is broken and I held the pieces and told mama “on!!” But she didn’t make the crayon un-broken.
Because I picked the yellow doughnut bit I wanted the pink one and dad ate it.
Duckling is realising permanency in a new way. The amount of breakdowns and tears tell me it’s a mental leap.
Because my nose is so stuffy and it’s hard to sleep but mommy keeps putting me back in the crib because I shared my cold with her and she needs sleep too. (And daddy is completely unacceptable for sleeping on in the middle of the night right now).