Two years ago when my daughter was just a baby I thought it would be a nice idea to buy a bike trailer. You know those tents on wheels that you see being towed behind a push bike?
Well this weekend my husband decided it was time we took it out of it's box and put it together.
Both my kids loved it. Well hard to tell with my son, but he didn't cry so surely that means he liked it??
My daughter thought it was the best thing. She could ride around in her daddy drawn trailer and gaze out the small plastic windows at all the suckers who had to exert energy to get to where they were going.
Our ride to the service station to put air in the tires was slow. We took the dog but didn't anticipate that our daughter would insist on holding his lead, which is fine if she were walking but being in the bike trailer it was near impossible for this to happen. Try telling that to a 2 year old. We made it to the service station without too many tears and the ride home was tearless - imagine!
The tears started when we got to the driveway and my daughter decided it wasn't time to end her ride. She wanted to go over the speed humps in our street more times. After two more 'up and over' my husband attempted to head home again, only to be halted by a very determined 2 year old.
In an attempt to save the neighbourhood from what turned out to be a bloody good show, we bargained with said daughter. End result - 5 more 'up and over' and she would be happy.
Joke was on us.
Each up and over was counted by my daughter. We were all smiling, she was almost a fit of giggles at the fun that was created by riding over speed humps.
We were all happy, until the damn ride had to end and the evil child hidden beneath the beautiful big cheeked girl that was just giggling uncontrollably broke out and unleashed her fury on anyone caught in the crossfire.
If you've ever been witnessed to a toddler tantrum it goes a little something like this...
YES. YEESSSSS. I WANT TO. NOW. NOOOOWWWW. DADDY. DADDY. DAAAADDDY. MUM. MUUMMMMY. I WANT TO. I WANT TO. I WAAANT TO. DADDY. GO AWAY. GO AWAY. I WANT TO. LET GO OF ME. LET GO OF ME. LET GO OF MEEEE. NOOOWWWWW. YESSSS. YEEESSSSS. I WANT TO. NOW!
And it continues like that until you find the one tiny string that will bring your sweet little child back.
By this stage my husband and I are fending off kicking legs and flailing arms trying to get our son out who has been strapped into the seat next to the tantrum queen, unable to do do anything but endure the torture of his sisters tantrum.
Behind closed gates and out of public view but still within earshot of all within a 5km radius we attempted to reason with tantrum queen.
What were we thinking??..
The sprinkler was on the lawn and dear husband whose stress levels are better suited to work deadlines than 2 year old tantrums, decided a dunk in the sprinkler was just what tantrum queen required to settle down. Didn't work the first time so he thought he'd try again.
Two soaked bodies later, tantrum queen was being carried kicking and screaming into the house for a warm shower.
By this stage the tantrum has progressed to
YOU WET ME. MUMMY DADDYS BEING MEAN TO ME. HE WET ME. GET AWAY. GO AWAY. GO AAWAYYY. NO DADDY. NO DADDY. NOOOOOO DADDY. GO AWAY. GO AWAY!
Clothes and all tantrum queen is placed in the shower and the shower is turned on to warm her up. Neighbours, and neighbours of neighbours, and their neighbours too are now hearing NO DADDY. NO DADDY. NO DADDY. GET OUT. NO DADDY. GET OUT. The tantrum being slightly muffled by the bathroom walls and the excess build up of snot that has smeared itself across 2 year olds face is now in full flight. The cold water in the back yard has only added fuel to the fire and my mind has gone blank with what I could possibly say that will end this epic tantrum.
While daddy proceeds to get undressed so that he too can get in the shower and warm up tantrum queen wipes her face clean, clears her throat and at the top of her lungs yells NOOOOO DADDY. PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON.
Great, now what will the neighbours think......
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