As I type this D is going on 20 minutes of crying and screaming at me to stand in a certain spot, so that he can ask me nicely for some tater tots.
He just got home from his father’s house 30 minutes ago.
To say that these tantrums put me on edge, doesn’t give justice to how they really make me feel. I get nauseous, want to cry, want to run away, want to give in, want to hug him, basically do anything to make it stop. But I don’t because none of those things will make it better for Diego in the long run. So I sit quietly and wait for it to ride out, unless Diego becomes aggressive then it is time for him to take a 4 minute “break”. He hasn’t become aggressive yet and I am thankful. 4 minute “breaks” make all hell break loose.
I know part of why he is really so out of sorts today, dad’s house, and the holiday (which throws off his routine). There are also plenty of things that I don’t know about that are contributing to his raised anxiety level. This is so frustrating.
I feel helpless.
He usually saves the tantrums for home.
He did great at my little sister’s wedding Saturday night, he was actually more well behaved tan some of the other children in attendance, but when we got home it was tantrum central.
It takes so much out of me and I feel selfish for writing about how hard it is for me, when I am sure it is ten times harder for him….
The tantrum has subsided (30 minutes strong) and my mom is here with Diego’s early birthday gift (a fish tank).
Peace at last.