Dear Louse
You just had a little meltdown. And by little meltdown I mean major screaming yourself hoarse bucking and scratching non stop screaming hysterical tantrum.
I feel like a tornado just went through the house. And me.
As I've mentioned, you've been having little tantrums already for a few weeks and for the last few days you've had a bit of a cold and temperature making you more fractious than usual. But this evening... crikey. You were eating, then you started swishing the pasta tomatoey stuff around, then I took it away and brought fish fingers thinking they'd be less frustrating to eat than slippery pasta, then you didn't seem to agree and kicked off.
I can honestly say I didn't have a ducking clue what to do. I've been reading the toddler manual this week, the tantrum chapter, to arm myself. But suddenly my mind went blank and I could only think of the bit that said 'hug your toddler to reassure them'. I did. I hugged. Even though I was thinking – are you serious, hug that?? But you were too far gone anyway so it seemed to be more a case of holding you so you didn't smash your face open on the floor or something by throwing yourself around. Distraction did nothing. Putting you down aggravated further. So I thought, bath. Yes, bath. Nice relaxing soak. Which sort of worked til I decided this was a good time to attack the matted cluster of dreadlocks at the back of your head... Cue more screaming. At least with good reason this time cos frankly that must have hurt. I thought, well, you're crying anyway so may as well use this opportunity to deal with the hair and have it all out in one go. Wise? Don't know.
Your hair is looking lustrous now though :)
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