This week I’ve be at the end of my kids moods, and the ferocity and focus has thrown me slightly.
Heard the saying ‘waking up on the wrong side of the bed?’ well I saw it in action on Wednesday.
I said good morning to Mademoiselle, she replied
“You didn’t make my bed properly. I couldn’t got to sleep. I spent all night awake pulling my duvet up because of you. You didn’t allow me to get any sleep. Go Away”
Her bedclothes were intact. When I checked on her she was fast asleep.
I didn’t know what to say
I drew the curtains. She threw a box of tissues. I left.
I hope this isn’t a glimpse into her future teenage self.
The morning didn’t go too well; lots of egg shells and grunting. But at the school gate she gave me the biggest hug and held my hand walking into school.
Nothing was said. The hand holding was enough.
I gave her a kiss & she went into school.
Thursday morning it was the other child.
Little Mister gets HANGRY – angry when he’s hungry. I usually see the signs and catch it before the full Hulk setting kicks in. This morning I didn’t.
A hangry boy is totally illogical, and whilst I (and he) knows if he eats he’ll feel better he’s too angry and upset to eat. I’m still not sure how we made it to school on Thursday morning as so much of my time was taken up helping him to calm down whilst giving him gulps of milk to satisfy his hungry tummy.
Then Thursday afternoon Mademoiselle exploded again. The table was set for dinner but she wanted to make cupcakes. Now. Bearing in mind my want to avoid another Hangry scenario, I said no. The explosion in her was like a firework, sparking and banging all over the house which culminated in “I’m not going to eat dinner, ever.”
Regardless of her protestations I set her a place at the dinner-table. We waited less than 2 minutes and she joined us.
I said nothing. She said nothing. We talked about our day as if nothing had happened
Each evening when I put the children to bed we have ‘chats.’ Little Mister tells me about who got a sticker and who is good at football. Mademoiselle tells me about the changing friendship machinations, who’s telling tales against how, the YouTube songs being talking about which she doesn’t know and who has a mobile phones. Yes…I know…so young at 9yo!
There’s so much going on in her world, no wonder she sometimes needs to vent.
I should feel lucky that I’m here for her after school. But when the moods are directed like a dart in my direction, it takes a lot to not react and I’m ashamed to say that sometimes I do.
*Takes a deep breath*
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I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.