I freely admit it.
Today I was that mom and my daughter was that kid.
You see, my toddler has taken to spending three or four hours of the night awake. Sometimes screeching, sometimes whining, sometimes just laying there.
I have no idea why. And yes, I’ve tried pretty much everything to get it to stop.
Anyhoo, everyone knows that when a toddler isn’t sleeping, that means mama isn’t sleeping either.
So even though I briefly pondered not taking my son to his early morning Spanish class, I chastised myself into packing us all into the minivan.
The class is an hour, and we live fifteen minutes away, so I figured daughter and I would stay and play in the play area set up for younger siblings in the lobby. And hey, maybe she would make some new friends!
I don’t know if it was because she was a bit tired herself, but my daughter managed to terrorize the entire population of the play area. Yeah 18 month old kid, you thought you had that chair. Not according to my daughter, who actually sat down in the chair behind you and pushed you off.
She also dumped an entire box of Duplos on the floor, and then decided they didn’t belong in the play area and ran to put them out in the hallway.
She grabbed things out of other people’s hands just because she wanted them for that nanosecond, even though she had cared less about them when they were on the ground.
She threw a block at someone.
She attempted to bite another child’s banana. Which was in his hands at the time.
The coup de grace was when she dumped an entire bucket of crayons onto the table, and of course eventually the floor, which four other children had managed not to do.
Commence the hideous, glass-breaking shrieking when I decided we needed to take a little walk outside.
Ditto when I strapped her into the car seat and on the entire ride home.
Yes, I know it’s just a phase and she will eventually get better, it just seems like the bad phases last a hell of a lot longer than the good ones.