But, how do you explain it to other people that aren't going through it at the moment? How do you make it clear that despite the fact that your child is wonderful and sweet, the child is also a raving maniac?
How about a few examples.
- Michael really needed a hair cut. He's been so unpredictable lately that I've been afraid to push the issue. We had some time last night, so I tossed out a causal, "Want to get your hair cut?" Quite to my surprise he said yes, and then preceded through the entire process from getting into his car seat to looking at his belly button every time the woman asked. It was completely painless. Not a single argument. No stalling. Nothing. It was actually pleasant! The stylist even complimented me on how nice Michael was. Pure mothering gold.
- Also last night. I asked Michael what he wanted for dinner. I gave him a choice. Dinosaur noodles, hot dog, letter tater totters. He picked the tater tots. I made the tater tots. I put the tater tots on the table. Michael threw a massive tantrum because he wanted dinosaur noodles. I refused to make him dinosaur noodles. He continued to tantrum. We sent him into the living room. 20 minutes later I warmed the tater tots in the microwave, took them into the living room, and Michael ate them as if nothing had happened.
- A few nights ago, Michael the master staller, did a major bedtime stalling act. If it wasn't so annoying, I'd be more impressed by his ability to find a way to impede every step of the bedtime routine. "Put my socks on my hands mommy!", "I want to use the other tooth brush daddy", "You read that last page wrong mommy!". He never even said he didn't want to go to bed. He just artfully drew out every 30 second task to a minute long task. By the end, I was completely frustrated, but he was all smiles the entire time.
- Right after the most amazing and frustrating stalling of all time, I was getting ready to lay him in bed when he leaned in and whispered, "I'm so glad I have you and daddy."
- And of course, let's not forget the big one. "Why, why, why, why, why, why...?"
On a different note, we are forecast to get 6-12 inches of snow tomorrow. We have already had record snowfall this year. Mother Nature is just show boating at this point. She clearly has never had a job and need to manage her sick/vacation time.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up staying home with Michael again. I'd like to request that the rational, pleasant almost 4 year old show up; not the crazy, tantruming 3.5 year old. WHo do I talk to about that?