To ask what the tantrums are over in your home?

[FayeFruitLoop]

So far this week there is a theme...

His potato was too hot and ruining his cheese (melting it)

Then the next one was because I broke his potato (I cut it up)

Then today... He didn't like his banana anymore as a bit fell off it...

All have caused full blown kicking legs in the air tantrums

Today's gems are:
I gave him sausages instead of chocolate cake for dinner.
I turned off Adventure Time whilst he played upstairs.
His teddy (with microwaveable bean things in it) was warm.
His brother ate his own dinner.
His brother says hello and showed me his school report.
I held DH's hand.
DH kissed me goodbye.
The story finished.
Now on the

I don't let them eat cake for breakfast lunch and dinner!

I don't buy them new toys everyday.

I ask what they did at school.

I am the worst mother ever.

My DD once had a meltdown because I flushed her poo down the toilet. She wanted to keep it. I had to physically stand in front of the toilet to stop her putting her hand down the pan and going after it. Grim. She was 2. She is the sweetest thing now!

Because some bright sparks (both his grans) decided that a very nearly two year old could deal with having an advent calendar. Oh yes, DS was delighted with opening one door and just leaving the rest alone.

Because he's only allowed to drink his water and not use his cup to make it "rain". every fucking time

The large fireman Sam figure doesn't fit in the small fire engine.
The small figure won't sit nicely in the engine whilst being driven about. Que lots of tears and the fire engine being presented to me repeatedly to 'fix'.

That reminds me, I think I need to hide them for a few days

One meltdown earlier was because I wasn't cooking broccoli for dinner so DS pulled the broccoli out of the fridge and wouldn't put it back again!

Another meltdown because he didn't want to put his coat on.

Another one because he didn't want to go to playgroup, so I said fine we won't go, so he had a meltdown that he did want to go.

Another meltdown because he didn't want to switch the tv off.

All today and all pretty standard I guess but I'm overdue with dc2 and getting a bit screechy back at him!

DD1 has regular bennies over being expected to dress herself in clean, weather appropriate clothing that fits her.

DD2- not much. She tries to throw tantrums but it just isn't in her.

DD3's current bugbear is not being allowed to climb on the Table Of Sin down my side of the sofa and pull the phone off the hook or spill coffee dregs on the floor.

Because dd nearly 3 didn't get barbie shoes in her advent calendar. And then because I wouldn't let her open every door till she found the said shoes. Then because my dad picked us up to take her to preschool ( my car was vandalised on Fri window got smashed). All before 8 am then nothing all day.

when i am blow drying her hair i won't let her eat the wire which causes havok!

because my hair is attatched to my head so she can't pull it close enough to her.

if i put mits on her whilst she's asleep to keep her hands warm, we wake up to a tantrum because she can't reach polly pig!

if any food is too cold! (inc yoghurt- no i won't microwave it regardless as to how much you point dd!)

because im the bitch mom from hell that won't put the machine toy car on next to the pay machine in shopping car park- you fucking hate it anyway and jump off if i give in as "it's try to eat you!!"

DD (3) because I wont let her wee standing up like her brothers, even when she's a big girl. Why wont I let her have a stand up wee wee.

Banana tantrums seem quite common, we have them here too, either because the banana has / hasn't been peeled or has been peeled the wrong amount or if the banana breaks or has bruises on it watch out!!
My DS1 who is 3 regularly has major meltdowns if DS2 (19mo) looks at him or looks out of his window in the car.
He also likes to dictate who will clap hands for who's empty plates at the dinner table and woe betide anyone who gets this wrong....there are four of us and it's usually a different combination to keep us on our toes! Hilarious really, but if he feels in control by dictating who claps when, it means I can usually get him to eat what's on his plate without him even realising it .
Unfortunately DS2 has started on the tantrumming now, sigh.

Oh I forgot about the time he tantrummed because I don't have a willy!!!

That her sister has "stolen" her tablet. That her sister touched her hat. That her sister licked her foot.

The younger DD is a bugger and she had a massive one the other day because she wanted to go out for the day in a thin jumper with no vest and no coat.

Having to cook the breakfast all by myself with no help at all from anyone
Getting in from work and not even being able to sit down for a minute before having to start dinner
DH making himself a cup of tea without asking me if I want one

oh sorry, were these supposed to be tantrums from children? The boys (7 & 8) don't seem to have them any more, it's just me :)

(lighthearted! DH was doing the laundry and refereeing the boys while I made breakfast, he was sorting out a problem with the computers which was vital for homework to proceed while I made dinner and the cup of tea was an oversight - he thought I wouldn't want one as I had a glass of wine on the go so he didn't ask. I didn't want one, but I did want to be asked)

I have an ocd child...everything is all dirty...his excuse for not doing/eating/behaving as he should.

Leave me alone is what I get if I try to put his shoes/jacket etc on.

A frustrated noise and he slaps his own forehead while shaking his head if his stupid mother just doesn't get it!

And the biggest meltdown at the moment is if I switch a light on or off...he wants to do it!

Oh and if the food touches each other on the plate or if I chop/stir etc...the wrong way!

He is just over 2.5 years old...and what an attitude!

High maintenance little people but his cuddles make up for it all

"Drink of milk! DRINK OF MILK!! DRINK OF MIIIIIIILK!!!!!!!!"
(given cup of milk)
"Don't want drink of milk"
(puts head down and howls angrily into the sofa)
He's 2.

My exP's child would have full blown tantrums at everything... Because there was a glass of milk at a table, because he mentioned the word "mum", because it was rainy, because it wasn't, because a fly touched the table, because his dad wouldn't stop the wind.

It would have been funny if he was a toddler...

School. Homework. Handwriting. Bedtime. The necessity of showers. That some days we have to eat things that are not pasta. He's 7 and has far more tantrums now than when he was a toddler, but this is at least partly because he's discovered that he enjoys them - catch a glimpse of his face when he's in full flow and there's a good chance he's grinning like a loon.

Bair
I totally agree, my 2 boys never had a single tantrum, not even so much as a sniff of one there was other naughty behaviour though, they weren't perfect haha
but the girl is a whole other story! Oh my gosh that girl can go for one!
There's been no difference in parenting style etc
So I concur that tantrums just ARE...

todays mild one was because we ran out of cheerios and she wouldn't eat any other cereal!

Ah the willy one reminded me of what nearly became a tantrum earlier.

"Mummy's bottom!!!! Don't like mummy's bottom! No mummy's bottom! Help mummy's bottom!"

because my rather large arse went beneath the hand dryer in the swimming pool toilet as I reached to get paper towels stretching over his buggy...

I nearly died and imagined someone in the cubicles might think I was a child abuser as this was very soon after him screeching "no potty don't want potty no big boy toilet" also

He's frightened of hand dryers...

Because her tea was spikey(???), it wasn't, it was pasta in tomato sauce, this deemed it inedible by the way. Because she wanted to open the rest of her advent calendar on day 1. She is 3.

Yesterday morning over saying small child could bring the stool downstairs if small child wanted to switch on the light in the loo themselves.
Cue storming off upstairs, stomping back down and then flinging the stool so hard that the top came off. Apparently, small child was "fed up" of being my servant and "fetching and carrying everything" for me (age 4)...I'm doomed for the teenage years, aren't I?