You know how you can sometimes pinpoint the moment when things fall apart?
Well I don't know why 3yo ds suddenly turned fritzy this evening, only that everything sort of teetered for a while, then fell apart completely.
At dinner, he couldn't focus to stay in his chair - dh scoffed and ran, while 1yo dd was hurling herself out of her chair, so the meal kind of fizzled rather than finished iygwim.
Had to clean dd's nappy then chase ds out of playroom and into bath, where he snatches dd's facecloth. She implodes. Within seconds ds is screaming too, as he cannot bear dd's screaming in the tiled bathroom. (Loud noises have always been an extreme issue with him.) I calm them both. Until ds snatches dd's washcloth again and sets them both off screaming, again. At this point, I feel I've lost control but all I do is try to hurry things along a little, try to keep ds engaged.
I calm dd, then ds, get them into bedroom. Now ds is pinging off walls. I try to get his attention, ask him to help by getting his nappy for me. He runs off but comes back without nappy and goes all silly again. I try asking him, I'm kneeling trying to look him in the eye, but he's jiggling and humming and tapping like a little junky. And this on chickpeas and organic fruit yoghurt for dinner.
Anyway. Realising I can't reach him I cart him off to quiet corner, the little corridor leading to front door. He's had some practice with this place but not a lot - he was a pretty angelic 2yo. I say I'll be back for him in two minutes, but he needs to think a little about the proper way to behave. In less time than it takes me to get back into next room and get dd's nappy on, however, he's jumped out of QC and is scampering around all loud loopy la-la. dd is fretting because she's knackered and a little chilly. I park ds grimly back in QC.
At second return to QC ds is laughing his head off - it's a game - but I've also noticed, he sometimes laughs like this when he's... embarrassed? I'm starting to be a little . Not a lot. 3 out of 10 maybe. I know this is all standard 3yo fare but I don't know what kicked it off, I don't have a clue how to reach him now, and poor dd is tired and fractious and very much wanting to just be dressed and put to bed. Once she goes down I can manage ds.
So I haul ds into his bedroom and shut the door. Forgetting, in the heat of the moment, that he simply cannot cope with that.
I go back to dressing dd. Ds is going berserk. I check; he's turned his light on (room wasn't entirely dark, given the shades were up and there's a streetlight right outside his window). I dress dd as fast as I can but ds in his room is screaming like a banshee, which I take to be rage.
Except when I open the door, he hurls himself at me and he is trembling all over with fear. He sobs that he needs to hug me tightly because he's very very sad and he loves me very very much and he is literally, hysterical. He clings to me arms and legs, and it takes me a quarter hour to settle him.
When the hiccups stop I get him into his jams and read them both stories, then give him a pile of books and put on some classical music and take dd to feed and put to bed. Then we have a story and he climbs into my lap for our ritual bedtime chat about things he likes. I include "cuddles with mama" as something he likes but he says, "Except I didn't like it when you locked me in my room. I looked everywhere for you but I couldn't find you anywhere", and he clings to me again. He was, he said, scared because he hadn't locked the tigers in their cages - a reference to 2+ weeks ago when in attempt to lighten a grumpy "If you don't stop that this minute I'll..." I'd changed 'strangle you' to, "...throw you to the tigers." He'd laughed, asked "why?", we'd joked, the tension went away - he'd mentioned the tigers somewhat anxiously once or twice in the next two days but not since then - guess they're still there.
I reassure him, I didn't lock him in, I would never do that, I'm sorry I put him in his room and shut the door, I won't do that ever again, I'm sorry he was so frightened, the tigers aren't real, they're only pretend, even when I'm grumpy I still love him very much, and so does every other family member I can name, and he says he's going to have a bad dream about it, so I suggest he try to think of happier things, we conjure a dream with gibbons and diggers and tools and easter eggs and finally we get down to the normal bedtime delaying tactics and I can leave him to go quietly off to sleep.
Now I've learned a lot tonight, all of it hard, but I still I have to ask some questions about how to handle this smart, sensitive kid, because frankly my own mother only ever showed me how to make things worse, and I really don't want to do that to ds.
What should I have done, when he wouldn't stay in the QC?
Do I mention this evening's events again? Wait for his lead? If he raises the issue, is there anything I can say to help him learn from it?
And is there anything I can do to banish the fecking tigers?
Tia. But I have to go to bed now. Back tomorrow.