No, I haven’t gone all Doomsday on you, but Bubba sure did last night.
We had – and I’m glad to say survived – our first full-throttle, absolute melt-down, end-of-the-world apocalyptic toddler tantrum. And it was spectacular from start to finish.
It was almost bed time and Bubba was looking at photos on my phone. Usually when I tell her it’s nearly bed time and time for her bottle she is happy enough that her day is drawing to a close and off we go for our pre-bed time routine hanging out together on mumma’s bed with Bella and Beary.
But not last night.
Oh no, pretty lady – you are not having your phone back. What do you mean you’re just going to put it up there where I can’t reach it?
Cue: throw-down, end of the world, fist pumping the floor, body racked with screaming sobs.
For four and a half very long minutes.
I did video some of it for prosperity (I’m a good mumma like that!), the photo above is a screen shot from the video.
The first thirty seconds she spent running from me to the bench where the phone was just out of reach and back. Then we had the throw down. Head on right arm, left arm smacking the floor (bad floor – bad, bad floor!), screaming and sobbing. I stood near her for a minute or so then went to the other side of the room so I could be near but not right there while she rode the tantrum wave.
After a couple of minutes I sat a few feet from her and offered quiet words and cuddles. Eventually she crawled into my lap and clung to me while her sobbing subsided. I think I heard Beary breathe a sigh of relief. He was very worried about her!
Once Bubba had calmed enough to lift her head and look at me … she projectile vomited on both of us. Awesomesauce!
Once I’d changed her, changed me, and finally put her to bed I went to pour myself a very well deserved big fat glass of Pinot. But the wine cupboard was bare.
Maybe it really is the end of the world as we know it?