Life can be so nice
Pssst... It's been 4 days since anything like this has happened. I'm not sure if Veronika is aware, but please don't remind her. At first I just went to bed happy. On day two I started wondering where all this inner peace was coming from. On the third day I started counting the tantrum-free days and now I don't know what to think. Should I just be happy and not care what happens? I had myself in such a tight grip. The amount of self-control it takes not to turn into Cruella DeVil after those episodes is not measurable in human terms. And now, if I relax, what will happen? Will it return with a vengeance and I will have to start over with the merciless training in self-restraint? Or will life just be swell and rosy? What? What?
The thing is, I love it. Oh, I am in toddler bliss! I have only fuzzy thoughts about my daughter. We communicate successfully, things get done, nobody is upset or crying. We play, we put our shoes on and we take them off at reasonable times. She picks out underwear and puts it on within 10-15 minutes. She sits down at the table to eat, she uses the bathroom when necessary and the time between (friendly) order and completion of task is short, oh, SO SHORT.
It is an unexpected honeymoon. We are one happy couple! Interestingly with the disappearance of tantrums there has been much more affection. I get hugs and kisses out of the blue numerous times a day! It is a love fest. It's almost sickening how harmonious things have been this week. This is not reality. Reality is grim and imperfect, no? Reality, where are you? How can I be really real with all this sanity in and around me? This will ruin my artistic career! Happiness, you evil drug, lulling me into comfort and joy! Oh well, what can you do. The uprising of the proletariat will have to wait. I am too busy indulging in my petty bourgeois happiness.
Posted at 04:29 PM on February 10, 2006
Sigh...Milo is 21 months and is full into hourly-Tantrum-land...how long do I have to endure this, you said? How old is Veronika? Enjoy the refound peace!
Little people can have such big feelings. It's tough for all involved. I was so relieved when my kids were finally old enough to better articulate what it was that was bugging them. Now, they're older and can just say, "Mom, I'm having big feelings today," and that's my cue to either discuss it with them, or just let them stew long enough to get over it themselves. There is no such option with very young children...especially when there are appointments to be met, and things to be done. Sigh.
I'm happy you're enjoying a stretch of pleasant days. :)