Kicking, Screaming, Happy Monday



We've been in a slump lately. A tantrum slump. Meaning, there are tantrums all. the. time.  I'm really sick of it. Tantrums don't work. My kids should know that by now. And, yet, they still happen.  Why? I. Don't. Know. But, just for kicks, here's some reasons they've thrown tantrums over the years.

Because...

  •  Max wanted me to home school him. (As I lay here on my bed, in sweats, in quiet, you can see why this won't happen.)
  • Noah wanted me to rent him a game on Redbox. (The last time I did that, I forgot about it and had to pay almost as much as it would've cost to buy the dang thing. Also, he played it once.)
  • Sadie (at age 8) had a meltdown because I mentioned to her brother that if she had a baby at 15, she would have to put it up for adoption. ("You're going to make me give my baby away?!?!?") Do I have to explain this one?
  • Any one of the seven didn't want to go to church. Happens every week. Every. Week. Yet, still, they go. 
  •  I rearranged the furniture. (Side note, this was Hunter, who has autism, and any change freaked him out. Not good when your mom has a thing for rearranging things.)
  • I wouldn't let Noah have two vitamins every day.  (Stupid vitamin people making them into gummy bears. Really, candy? He'd eat the whole bottle if I wasn't careful.)
  • I won't let them play on my phone. (Did I ever mention the $60 Noah spent on game coins?)
  • They can't stay up till 10 on a school night.
  • I won't open the bedroom door. ("We're busy.")
  • Someone ate all the cocoa puffs.
  • Someone drank their soda.
  • There's no ice cream.


You see, it's an everyday occurrence. Has been for about 20 years now. One of these days they'll outgrow it. Really. I've seen it happen. Once they hit, oh, about teenage years, they stop. Of course, then you have that to deal with. Not sure it's a very good trade.

Comments

  1. DovieApril 21, 2014 at 9:18 AM

    My teens still manage a version of a tantrum from time to time. People don't believe me when I tell them one kiddo managed a seven hour tantrum one time. It was awesome. I may need to go have a tantrum now, or a shower, or better a tantrum in the shower.

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  2. Deb StevensApril 21, 2014 at 7:50 PM

    Good for you for being happy regardless. Tantrums make me grumbly.

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  3. Sleepy JoeApril 23, 2014 at 10:52 AM

    For some reason tantrums make me calm, I can deal with the all screaming ab-dabs. It's when they are in that 'utter refusal to do what you need them to do' mood that's when I get grumbly...or worse I 'go banshee' and that isn't not pretty! Luckily with only two kids the law of averages means I generally get a day off and they behave, every now and then. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I am in awe of you for coping with eight!!

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