Showing posts with label tantrum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tantrum. Show all posts

Thursday, October 11, 2012

45 Minutes!

Being a parent is rewarding sometimes and difficult other times. 

Sometimes the difficult times I just want to hide. It's like I'm thinking at that moment, "That's not my kid. That's an overly emotional kid that isn't mine right now." Reality sinks back in and I say to myself,  "They are mine."

Last night Isaak cried hard for 45 minutes. Why? Because I opened a snack bar wrapper for him. Yep 45 minutes of sobbing over a wrapper. REALLY!

Mica pulled tantrums, but I don't remember experiencing anything like this. Usually it was over a toy I wouldn't buy him. Not a wrapper. 

Of course this tantrum was while I was driving. I pulled over twice. I said, "Do we need to get out of the car and go for a walk?" He'd stop crying and say, "No!"

Then the crying would pick back up. We were on a busy street by that point. I tried my best to stay calm, so I wouldn't get in an accident. I turned music on to SORT of drown him out.

He continued to cry when we got home so much so that he couldn't breathe. He was coughing like he was going to throw up.

He was acting really ridiculous. 

I did apologize once for opening up his wrapper in the beginning when he showed his first tears. After that I showed no sympathy. 

He had a time-out.

He came out  of the time-out chair and said, "I'm sorry" and ate. Just like that, his cry switch got turned off.

Then I got out peanuts to make our own peanut butter. He told me that he wants to make peanut butter for a job when he grows up! :)

I put him to bed early at 7:30!

Tonight was better. But not perfect. Maybe something is in the air. The switch of seasons is making me tired to.

We were going to head over to the Y for Family Fitness; after a quick trip to the grocery store.  The boys wouldn't stop chasing each other and giggling. I went straight home. They went to bed at 6:45. They didn't even argue. They just went right to bed. I didn't hear, "Mom why won't you take us to the Y?" I did hear them say to Daddy, "We messed up and can't go to the Y."

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Tomorrow

A little back story: Mica's been singing songs from the musical Annie a lot lately. It's so funny because he'll be in his room cleaning singing. He sings all high pitched to fit the movie.

On with the story: Tonight Isaak was a cranky boy. He wouldn't try his dinner. When I told him that he had to try his dinner to go swimming at the Y, he threatened to throw something at me. I sent him to his room to cool off. I don't know what got into him. This is not his usual behavior. I do think that just like adults have off days or nights, kids do to. This was Isaak's off night.

Mica on the other hand ate his meal; even though it wasn't his favorite thing. Mica went to jujitsu and did really good. So good that he got a band for his belt. Awards are given for good behavior. Mica got one on being well disciplined.

Mica came home from the Y and wanted a snack. Isaak wanted one to. Isaak sort of lost it again when he heard that Mica could have a snack; when he couldn't. We have a rule in our house, if you want a snack you have to first eat your meal.

Mica went over to his breaking down brother and said, "Isaak there's always tomorrow. After that there's another tomorrow." I'm thinking he got this from the movie Annie.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Today Was a Grumpy Day

The day started out where Isaak wouldn't stop crying. He wouldn't tell us what was wrong. He had a deep cough, so I assumed that he just didn't feel good. He didn't feel warm. Isaak's one of those kids who milks crying for as long as he can get attention for it. I try to block it out. I feel like sometimes he feeds off negative attention. Daddy on the other hand tries to reason with him. When he gets no where with Isaak, Isaak ends up in timeout to cool off. Then he gets more upset and cries even harder. Luckily this behavior is RARE!

Isaak was starting to break free from whatever was bothering him. I was about ready to make juice with the juicer. Isaak wanted to help. I told him that he could as long as he went potty and washed his hands. He wouldn't, so I started making juice. Isaak always considers dropping the fruit into the juicer, "his job." Since I took over his job, he lost it. He was now in a full blown tantrum. Things let up as we all sat down to eat.

At breakfast Daddy told me that TV is pretty much off limits this weekend. He doesn't want Mica and Isaak watching anything from 911. I understand. It's too deep for them to understand. When he told me that, it was a reminder of that day long ago and close at the same time. We had just moved from Atlanta, Georgia to Omaha, Nebraska just to be near family. We were living in my parent's basement until we could find work. Neither of us could have predicted the economy taking a dive! Daddy really wasn't a Daddy then, but started his job at the dental lab that very day. It was surreal for him. I was still looking for work. My day was glued to the TV. The stories that made me cry the most was anything to do with children not being able to find their mommies and daddies! I've always had a soft spot for kids! The next day I had a mint making party at my friends house. She was getting married that Saturday. I remember crying just because her day was supposed to be a happy day. A day planned out for her and her soon to be husband to enjoy. I felt bad for her. Some of her relatives couldn't make the wedding. Yes it was a happy time, it was also mixed with sadness. Silly that I was crying because I longed for her to be happy. I should have been laughing to make her happy. That is pretty much what I was doing during that time. My students are getting to the point where they barely remember that day. Most of them were around the age of 8 years old. TV was probably turned off, on their behalf. Just like we are leaving it off this weekend for Mica and Isaak to not see.

That grumpy mood carried on all day for Mica, Isaak and I. I broke up fights. Isaak wanted to play in Mica's room. He's not allowed to play in there while Mica is playing with little Lego sets.

I cleaned all our bedding and drapes. A lot of trips to the basement! One boy would always follow me downstairs. They wanted to take old toys upstairs to play with. Mica told me that he was really mad at me for trying to get rid of some blocks that he never played with.

Then I was annoyed about our mail. I've noticed a pattern, on Husker football playing day our mail is delivered super late. It annoys me! Just saying. I'd rather be watching fooseball then football. Daddy is out all evening at a friends house watching the game. 

That's how our day went. BLAH! We're all allowed to have a crappy day every now and then.

It wasn't all bad. Here are the highlights: Mica dressed up like Indiana Jones. I'll have photo's  shown on Wednesday. ;) He told me I couldn't call him, "Mica." I had to call him, "Indiana Jones." Isaak said this about a photo of Ronald McDonald, "Hey that's Burger King!" Can you tell that we don't go out to eat all the time? Mica used a really BIG word "Executively" at breakfast. He even used it right. Daddy and I were both laughing at that one! :) The way Mica starts talking to Grandma Spiehs on the phone is funny. He doesn't say, "Hi." He just starts talking. It's as if she's right there in the room. I suppose I should talk to him about phone etiquette; but then I wouldn't be laughing anymore.

Yesterday I laughed because a student turned in her idea on her next assignment. It had Elvis on each and every sketch. You might be thinking, "Elvis isn't funny!" You are right. He's not. He is when you have a story to go with one of his songs! In Kung Fu Panda, the Panda gets hit in his private parts. He says, "OH MY TENDERS!" Whenever Mica gets hurt, or hit in that general area he says, "OH MY TENDERS!" This is much better then a little boy saying something else. Elvis' song Love Me Tender came on a year or so ago and Mica said, "LOVE MY TENDERS?!? WHY WOULD I WANT TO LOVE MY TENDERS?!?!" Anyhow I thought about that story when looking at the girls artwork and could not stop laughing! I'll never think of the song the same way again! It will forever be funny to me. I of course had to tell my student the story, or she would of thought I was laughing at her sketches.

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