How the story changes reality

Picture it. A four year old boy’s bedroom. 7.20pm. He is screaming and crying on floor. His mother sits near him on the floor. She is speaking to him in a soothing voice in an attempt to calm him. “Noooooooo! I WANT DADDY!! GO AWAY!!!” he screams. “Let me help you calm down and then…

Day 19: What a difference a day makes

I’ve been a cow the last couple of days. Not to put too fine a point on it. I’ve been grumpy, intolerant and miserable and it took nothing to send me over the edge. This morning, still feeling a little prickly, I decided to take the morning off from my usual routine and seek some…

Day 18: Persistent little buggers

I was wrong. The mood persists. So do my Max’s tantrums. No cajoling, cuddling, playing, joking, distraction, shouting, bawling, storming, ignoring or listening is making any difference. Since I’m not allowed to throw things at my child, I’m wondering whether I can throw all those parenting books at the authors who make it sound like…