So I had a pretty tough last week. After finally getting over the jetlag, and coming into some kind of normal routine, I had one of the toughest days I’ve had in a very long time. It involved my oldest son, and the mother of all temper tantrums. For people who follow me on facebook, they’ve most like read the long wall of text, describing the incident, for the rest of you here’s what happened.
Basically my oldest son had a bad day. He has a tendency to have tantrums when he’s tired, and that, he was. This particular day he decided to throw a fit in the store, while we where grocery shopping. It was worse than normal, and none of the regular threats/bribes/pleads did the trick. I had to leave the store, but I didn’t know how to bring him with me, because he was kicking and screaming and sweeping the store floor with his body. Because I also had Noah in the stroller, physically grabbing him wasn’t an option. So I started walking, knowing he usually follows. And so he he did, still screaming at the top of his lungs, periodically throwing himself on the ground. Somewhere outside the store though, I went to get his bike, and he ran passed me, not seeing me. People gathered around him thinking he was sad because he lost his mommy. Some people decided I was a bad parent, made snappy comments and where incredibly rude. A man accused me of not taking care of my child which pissed me off something awful.
Here’s the thing peeps; Kids throw fits sometimes. It’s part of growing up, and the terrible two’s and three’s. As long as they stop doing it as they grow older, you’re good. There’s nothing else to it. Having a child screaming and kicking doesn’t actually make you a bad parent. There’s research backing that up. So before accusing parents of not doing their jobs, of being complacent, too strict or whatever else you think someone’s doing wrong – think for a second that you don’t actually know the context of whatever is going on. If you’ve observed an ongoing situation for a minute or so, there’s no way you know the entire story, so just butt out. Or ask. Ask what happened and how you can help, if you want to contribute with something.
The whole day just left me sad, tired, angry and agitated. Not even knitting helped.
I’m usually not insistent on socks matching completely, but it would be nice if they didn’t look like two different pairs of socks. The color repeats in the yarn are just a bit too long for this pattern, so I might just have to knit two more socks and see if I can match them better.