I am very sorry to report that the Terrible 3’s do not magically end on a child’s 4th birthday. As a matter of fact, I think they actually multiply and gain strength with every bite of birthday cake. And we had 3 birthday cakes, so you can imagine the fun times at our house.
Eric has had a meltdown over the following items this week:
– Macaroni noodles as opposed to spaghetti noodles
– Changing his shirt
– Changing his pants
– Having his face washed
– Changing his shirt, pants and socks (yes, that is 2 separate days, 2 separate meltdowns)
– Nathan daring to sit in the middle of the couch instead of the end
– Sausages on his plate (they are “yuck” don’t you know)
– The tearing of his white sucky
– The loss of his other white sucky (and I know he’s 4. Judge me all you want. YOU live with him)
– The blankets on the bed (too many, not enough? who would know)
– Having to pick up his toys
– Having Nathan pick up the toys for him which Nathan was doing in order to avoid the above meltdown continuing
– Having to eat Christmas tree cookies
– Being told “no more candy”
– Being given milk instead of coke (#11 reason I am the World’s Worst Mother)
Ok, seriously. I am home, what, 4 hours per day with him. This is all since Monday morning. It’s Wednesday morning. For some reason, Eric is pushing every possible limit, every rule and screaming at me on a constant basis.
I am pretty sure my sweet, loving child is inside this meltdown monster.
I am pretty sure if he doesn’t come back soon I am going to have a meltdown of my own.