That child would possibly be a GIRL and would therefore eventually be a two-and-a-half/three-year-old GIRL and would therefore make her mother want to go live elsewhere.
The tantrums this morning were innumerable. I took photos. Thank goodness my wise unconscious had somehow sensed that today was going to be That Kind of a Day and had pre-arranged a lovely babysitter to arrive at 3:30 p.m. Thus, I am happily in my coffee-shop-laptop-working place, writing productively, looking forward to date night at The Green Well, and hoping said child is in bed upon my return home this evening.
Oh, the tantrums. This morning I tried firm and Draconian and then sympathetic and understanding. Nothing worked. The tantrums just had to run their course, I suppose. (Also, a boy will also have tantrums, no? I'll find out in a year when my boy is 2 1/2.)
ReplyDeleteGood for you to get away. Sometimes escape is the only solution.