I apologize for the screams which you can for sure hear if you are within a 300 mile radius of us…but Camryn is taking a nap. Shh, baby is sleeping. What a joke.
It’s one of those days, friends. It is just one of those tantrum filled, nothing makes me happy, hold me, don’t hold me, feed me, I hate all food, play with me but don’t look at or touch me, shoes on, not those shoes, no shoes, slap me in the face kind of days.
I had run through my bag of tricks and was frazzled, waving a white flag, in the fetal position from underneath the dining room table at what felt like 3pm and it was 9am. Son of a!! I really do hate to be a complainer and a downer but man, I HATE these days.
It is teething. It has to be. (I blame everything on teething) Plus, she’s been doing so much yelling lately I’ve gotten several clear looks at the little vampire teeth poking their evil way through. There is just no way that I spawned a holy terror that is capable of this kind of madness. She’s so petite and blonde and cute yet capable of crushing my soul in the matter of hours. How is it possible?
This morning she was mid tantrum for God only knows what reason when she stopped, walked calmly over to me and smacked me right in the face. This is not the first time she has given me a good smack directly in the face, another time it happened mid check out at Target, the other on a plane…so usually in public which is extra fun and humiliating. This smack was just so deliberate and I was just 100% over it and out of pure reflex I popped her little hand. I did it. It happened with a cat like quickness because I have amazing reflexes which is really something to brag about. I have never done that before and after the look on her stunned little face I NEVER want to do it again. She didn’t know what to do and neither did I. I think I was more shocked than she was but it happened. I had to commit to the “I’m serious!” face instead of the “Holy crap I just smacked her on the hand! What the hell have I become?” sobbing little sad sack that I felt like.
Honestly, it didn’t phase her. She gave me big sad, tear filled eyes (which were left over from her fake tantrum) and some fake sobs (she does an amazing fake cry) and walked her drama filled self right back to where the tantrum left off, laid herself gently down on the ground and proceeded to continue with the tantrum. No joke.
So, basically we had a brief intermission in her show to smack me and for me to question my ability to be a parent for the 15th time today….at 9am. I did the only thing I knew to do at that point and I grabbed my camera and took some pictures of the little actress beast's performance. I really don’t know how to discipline this and I'm pretty sure everything that I did from smacking to taking pictures is listed in a How NOT to Parent book.
I understand her level of frustration with not being able to clearly communicate what she wants or needs because I recently met my Spanish speaking family (I speak .01% Spanish) and it was totally frustrating not being able to communicate without it being a game of charades. I get it. I just don’t get how to deal with it. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…this parenting shit is no joke.
I’ve included a little video of a tantrum from several months ago…she’s really perfected her craft since then and I’ll make sure to get a video of the next one if I’m not getting smacked in the face. I think this video gives a pretty good glimpse at the temper and flare for the dramatics that this chick has.