The tantrums have come with a force for Wrigglebot this week, my usually placid son has, for minutes at a time, turned into a monster. Now we have dealt with two year old tantrums before but three year old tantrums are another thing entirely. He is stronger and faster and he knows it. Where before I knew I could easily place him in his bed or in the trolley now he is strong enough to struggle and it is difficult to hold him.

The first one came at the supermarket when I was trying to put him in the trolley to do a spot of grocery shopping with all three of the little ones, ambitious I know but normally it isn’t such a trial. He didn’t want to go in, he wanted to sit on the seat. Now the seat is next to the baby carry bit on these super ginourmous trolleys and isn’t big enough for him so it wasn’t an option. He would not listen and we really needed bread and milk so there wasn’t going to be any surrender from me. Right at that moment I saw a kindly looking stranger coming, he looked about Husband’s age and was watching the commotion, really it was hard not to, it must have been a bit like watching a car accident, as much as you feel sorry for the people involved you just can’t look away, and that’s what I was counting on. I needed help.

Says me, ‘If you don’t hop in this trolley this man is going to tell you off, he is going to say, ‘Young man sit in the trolley like a good boy.’ I was looking straight at the man and he was looking at me, like I said it was like a train wreck, hypnotic.

Says Wrigglebot, ‘AAAhhhhh, no, no ,no.’

Says Man, ‘Young man, sit in the trolley like a good boy.’

Says Wrigglebot, ‘……..’ (silence) And he got in and said nothing. And that was that, we continued with our shopping as if nothing had happened.

The second tantrum happened today when I was told him he wasn’t allowed to take a book to bed for his nap. He usually does and just reads but he was super tired today hence the tantrum. It went on and on and at that moment I was wishing for a random stranger to walk through my house but it was not to be. I eventually got him in bed (top bunks can be a little tricky with a struggling boy) said goodnight calmly and left.

‘Mummy kiss me, Mummy kiss me.’ I heard between cries.

‘Mummy doesn’t kiss boys who are screaming and yelling and rude.’ I replied.

He gulped and stopped, I kissed him and that was that.

They don’t last very long and his moods change really quickly, strangely enough this has coincided with Wrigglebot not sleeping during the day, most times he is pleasant but when the monster arrives he is uncontrollable. So if you see a blonde woman struggling with a child and can’t look away feel free to offer assistance, any help is welcome.

Oh and to the man who was coming out of Coles, thankyou.

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