Emma has had a rough day today. She didn't want to get out of bed this morning, then she didn't want me to go to work and leave her at daycare. Then, after I was done with work four hours later and went to pick her up, she didn't want to leave. She was sobbing, not wanting to be away from Titan, a little boy at daycare.
We went and did some errands, had lunch, and she seemed better so I let her watch the Backyardigans on TV. I told her that one episode was it, then the TV was going to be turned off. She agreed. Then when the show was over and I turned off the TV, an absolute meltdown ensued.
Emma: NO! I WANT TO WATCH TV!
Me: Sorry, sweetie, it's time to turn it off like we agreed.
Emma: NO! NO! NO! I NEED MORE MOVIES! MOVIE MOVIE MOVIE!
Me: No, Emma, it's time to do other things. How about playing outside on your swings?
Emma: NO NO NO NO NO.....
She threw herself on the floor and totally did the screaming, fist-pounding, leg-kicking tantrum like you see in the movies.
I was trying to be patient and not get riled up myself, and also not laugh. Neither would have helped.
It was a truly amazing display of hysterics.
I picked her up and took her to her room, put her in her bed (still screaming) and pulled the sheet over her. She yelled at me "I'M NOT HAVING A NAP! I'M NOT CRANKY!"
Five minutes later?
Sometimes it's hard being a kid.