I used to think that Charlotte’s meltdowns back when she couldn’t talk were the worst because I could only attempt to decipher what it was that was bothering her. Like most things in parenting, I was wrong. Charlotte’s meltdowns are even worse now, because she tells us exactly what is wrong and most of the time her logic is absolutely bonkers.
An example: yesterday morning before I went to work Charlotte flipped her lid because Eric got her milk ready and I didn’t. She threw herself on the floor and proceeded to scream bloody murder. So then I put some more milk in the mickey ba for her, but she screamed even harder, because she wanted me to pour the milk out of the bottle and then refill it. So I pretended to do this because it was 6:30 am and it was way too early for this nonsense and I needed to get to work.
Another example: Last night Eric said she had the biggest meltdown he’s seen in a while. We’re talking the kind of crying where kids stop breathing and then do that terrible intake of breath every few seconds that makes them shudder. Want to know why? Because the napkin on her ice pop was too loose. And then it was too hard. The napkin wasn’t right you guys!