Merry Death

Fits and Attitude

Today I learned about throwing a fit. The best way to throw a fit is to promptly sit on the ground, kick legs, flail arms and make a "eeeeehhhhh ahhhhhhh er er er ahhhhhhhhhhhgggggggg uuuhhhhhh" kind of sound. At least, this is what my lovely child has been practicing. At this rate, perfection isn't too far away.

Phil and I deemed today "Tantrum Day". Vivienne must have thrown 43 fits before her nap. Sometimes, we had no idea why. She would be walking along and just sit and flail. Maybe she remembered how mad she was when I wouldn't let her chew on my barrette, maybe it was when I wouldn't let her sip my hot coffee out of my insulated mug at 180 degrees, or maybe she was simply remembering how to drive her poor mother bonkers?

I started to get that sad and dismal depression feeling again today. Finally, I now know why. How bad, albeit totally normal, is it for a mother to completely detest her child? I swear that for all that underlying love and devotion, I hated her for a good 2 hours today. Its all the whining and fits. How can anyone love that? Phil would certainly leave me if I acted like that on a constant basis. I certainly wouldn't be hanging out with friends should they act like that in a restaurant when their order gets mixed up.

I figure how is a mother not to feel like shit when you can't handle the mood swings of your kid, my ONLY kid. I so need time off.

posted by Metalmeredith @ 11:02 PM