Snotface is quickly coming up on his second birthday. It's a few months away and he's full on in the tantrum stage. The evenings have been a chore in getting the boys through the door, dinner on the table, pajamas wrestled onto squirming limbs, running interference with the older two and wondering when mr. pixie's coming home. In the midsts of all the chaos, Snotface throws a tantrum. Or two. Or three.
The first one he started throwing magnets off the fridge. When I didn't pay attention he put them back on the fridge so he could throw them off again. Then socks where thrown at me with the occasional smacking on the legs. Finally, he laid on the kitchen floor sobbing while an eye peeked up at me. I know all about tantrums, Snotface, and you won't get any sympathy from me.
Only it's frustrating when I can tell something's bothering him but he can't put anything into words. The only signs he's gotten are 'more', 'please' and 'thank you'. Those are hit or miss at best. Combine 1 part laziness on mom's behalf with 2 parts older brothers deciphering the pointing and odd noises it's no wonder he won't sign more.
My escape is Snotface being tossed into his bed for the night, Thing 1 and Thing 2 watching cartoons in the living room while I sit here wasting time on the computer.
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