I hope you had a good weekend, we did, despite the awful weather yesterday. I have a confession. I behaved terribly yesterday, and Mummy was very cross with me. I behaved like a typical threenager.
Mummy bought me a little pack of new monsters that are out now, and I loved them. She told me about a pack with a sticker book, stickers and four monsters, and said that after our walk she would buy it for me, if I would like it. It sounded perfect to me – stickers? Monsters? Yes please.
After a walk, we went into Tesco, one of my most favourite shops. We found the magazine pack and I was very happy. Lea took me to look around whilst Mummy got the food shopping. I know exactly where the toys and books are, and I found a book with twelve princesses in. Little figures, which I adore. I have the Thomas one, Turtles, Batman and I wanted this one too. Suddenly the magazine pack wasn’t enough.
I ran to Mummy with Lea to tell her. Lea had said no, but I knew Mummy would say yes. She did come to look, but said no. I flew into a rage. I screamed. And screamed. I threw myself on the floor, and screamed some more. Mummy, at this point, even offered me a fab Captain America set that was reduced, it was cheaper I love Captain America, but no. As a threenager I was having none of it. Nope. No way. I wanted the princesses.
I screamed louder. Imagine how a three year old would sound if he was in incredible pain. Treble it. Oh yes, I brought the store to a standstill. When Mummy tried to pick me up I did that magical thing that only small children can do. I TRIPLED my body weight! Aren’t I clever? My own Super Hero powers, right there. I then spread myself like goo on the floor, so Mummy had no chance of picking me up. She walked away, saying she was going. Of course she wouldn’t. Would she? No, she peeped round the shelving. She was still there. She said it again, but her face told me that she was deadly serious.
I traipsed a few yards behind her right through the store. Oh yes, past the line of checkouts, with all eyes on me. You see I was still screaming, I was bright red, and I didn’t care.
We reached the self service checkouts and I realised we were going. But I had nothing! No magazine, no Princesses, nothing. A new wave of rage swept over me. I face planted the floor again.
I screamed so loudly that the security guard actually came to see what was happening.
Eventually, I agreed to follow Mummy. But I would not look at, or talk to the man. No thank you.
We left the store – I was crying loudly but not screaming now.
So, I know you are itching to know what exactly Mummy was doing all this time?
She was keeping calm. As part of our Purely Positive series, here is how she got through this pretty horrendous event.
- Take deep breaths and count to 5 or 10. This physically calms the body.
- Crouch down to your child’s level, so you have eye contact. This removes the power struggle between you (in his eyes).
- Keep your voice calm and speak slowly and firmly, but quietly.
- You can’t reason with a threenager, so just calmly state what he is not having / doing, and that you are going.
- Keep calm. Keep breathing deeply and slowly (no one need know!) and firmly but without shouting repeat Number 4 if need be.
Luckily I don’t lose it like this that often, and I tell Mummy I am sorry afterwards, and I am. I don’t quite know what comes over me! Do you have a threenager? How do you cope with tantrums?