Population- 1 balls-to-the-wall angry toddler
On the outskirts of Crazy Town- 1 insanely confused mom (AKA- Me)
Yes, Jp must have taken these. Like, the whole flipping bottle.
Yes, today’s trip the grocery was something to go down in the history books as one of those times as a mom that I had no idea what was wrong, how to fix it, or what the heck I was supposed to do.
Jp lost his ever-loving mind and I was just along for the ride. And by “along for the ride” I mean that I was trying everything in my power to wrangle him, to calm him, and to keep him off of the ground while he screamed like he was being murdered for “Dadda” (who wasn’t there) and tossed everything out of the cart and onto the floor.
Holy batman, we are not in Kansas anymore.
It was one of those moments that I have documented here on occasion…one where I look at him and I wonder which came first? The chicken or the egg? Does his communication disorder cause this type of wildly erratic behavior? Or does whatever causes this mega-insane behavior cause the communication disorder? Or neither? Is he just the most high strung, overly emotional kid ever?
I know that not being able to express his wants used to make this an every day event. But now, with his higher level of understanding, I haven’t seen this magnitude of crazy pants in a long time. And boy, I didn’t miss it, either.
Thank goodness I am a mom that has been down this road before. I assured everyone that looked on with concern as I drug him through the store (I only needed TWO things. I was NOT driving home to drop him off and then all of the way back over for a bag of chips and a tomato to accompany subs) screaming for his dadda that no, I was not kidnapping him, everything was fine.
*Pageant wave and stuff him back in the basket and then retrieve my wallet that he flung across the aisle and pick up the contents*
After that debacle…I definitely enjoyed the silence.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.