Have you ever seen a toddler throw a tantrum at their 10 year old brother, and then their 10 year old brother throws a tantrum because their sister threw a tantrum? No? Neither have I, until today and it was unlike anything I have ever seen in my house since their inception.
I’m pretty sure hellbird has found another window to go be annoying at, so I woke up solely to little miss moshpit having a personal concert in her crib, while my oldest was in complete meltdown mode because he accidentally destroyed his house in Minecraft messing with redstone and TNT. I took a few extra minutes in bed listening to the snot faced tears and mumbles filling my childs bedroom due to this incident. It wasn’t even five minutes before he came running in asking me how to make a PvP room using redstone and TNT. I got up, changed mini me and we both walked into his room to help him out. Well she waddle ran in to eat his legos and play with his wood blocks while I showed him how to use redstone and TNT properly.
After almost an hour, we all head downstairs to get the day started. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t even 9 am yet. My oldest gets a headstart making his absolutely disgusting slimey oatmeal and I get some bananas and strawberries ready for miss attitude. She apparently didn’t like the fact that Peg + Cat was on PBS kids, so she was throwing a fit. Lucky for me, the show was ending and Sesame Street was coming on, so her mini tantrum was subsided rather quickly. As for me, I just made a large cup of coffee and started getting school ready for my oldest.
Enter tantrum/meltdown number 1.
So we homeschool my oldest, and it’s been probably the best choice for him that we could have ever made. Well he decided that he didn’t want to do school and full fished while losing complete control of his limbs. I just sat on the couch in complete awe at what I was being forced to witness. So I went full thinking man and said, “-50.” He just stood there, arms crossed, quiet. So I think it registered with him that at -50 points (we punish via a point system, and it works incredibly well) that he loses his Playstation 4 for a week.
He turned his back to me and tapped his foot for a few minutes. My daughter the whole time was enamored and laughing at the big red evil thing called Elmo on the TV. A few more minutes passed, he turned around and explained how he wanted to keep his Playstation and how he can earn points back to keep it. I responded simply with get a 100 on your triple digit addition and you can have it back after school. 30 minutes pass and he shoves his math book in my face, startling me because I wasn’t paying attention, and I proceeded to grade it while he was working on his cursive writing. Well he got a 100% and got to keep his Playstation.
On his way up the stairs, his sister began to throw a fit. I’m assuming because she wanted to go upstairs and play too. So he darted up the stairs to reconnect his Playstation to everything, while I got miss attitude ready to go play upstairs in her brothers bedroom. After a couple minutes of rather loud madman tinkering, he came bolting down the stairs like he was running from a wild animal, and grabbed his sister. Darting back upstairs like a madman while his sister was belly laughing all the way up the stairs. I just sat in silence downstairs, excited and confused at what just occurred in the last few hours of being awake. I went to open Crunchyroll and enjoy some anime when all of a sudden my kids lost their minds.
Enter the tantrums of all tantrums
At first I hear my daughter screeching wildly, then I hear my son screeching in response. So I yell from downstairs wondering what’s going on. I was answered with silence. So I walked over and stood by the bottom of the stairs, listening to what was going on, and there was just silence. So I quietly walked up the stairs to see what was going on, and they were both sitting across from each other just staring. At the time I didn’t think anything of it, so I walked back downstairs to start watching anime in peace. I didn’t even make it to the bottom landing before I hear banshee wail vs banshee wail.
I head back upstairs to see what is going on, and I’m greeted by both kids just staring at me like I just burned their favorite toy. I very carefully walked downstairs backwards, ensuring that I never once broke eye contact with either kid for fear of some children of the corn stuff happening. I finally make it back downstairs and pass the landing when the banshee screeching contest begins again. This time it appeared a lot more aggressive than it did any of the previous events.
So once again I walk back upstairs and was greeted by both kids staring at me like I interrupted some incredibly important taking over the world plan. However, instead of walking back down the stairs I stood there for a few minutes. Waiting to see if the banshee screeching would begin again. No one broke eye contact for a few minutes until my cat came up the stairs, rubbing herself in-between my legs. I looked down to see what she wanted and that’s when the demon face off began.
My toddler went full blown tornado on my oldest. Throwing toys everywhere, climbing and screaming all over his chase, waddle running up to him and screaming in his face, running back over to the chase, throwing more toys. I’m pretty sure she full Magikarped once or twice during the whole ordeal. My son, then busted out the full Magikarp, purposely losing control of his entire body, screeching and screaming away. I’m standing at the top landing confused and fearful for my life at this point.
Suddenly there was silence. Both kids stopped what they were doing and began staring at each other as if they were about to go to war–as enemies. That’s when my daughter took it upon herself to walk over to her brother, grab his face with both hands, and scream no as loud as she possibly could. Her brother looked as if she just shattered his entire world. So he started crying, and because he started crying, she started crying. I’m still at the top of the stairs trying to figure out what in God’s green Earth is going on. I didn’t dare try to intervene at this point, for fear of making the situation even worse.
During the I’m crying because you’re crying fest, again, both children went full on fish. Kicking, screaming, crying, throwing limbs randomly around their bodies. At this point, I’m weighing the consequences of intervening as both kids are practically having seizures on the bedroom floor. I take a deep breath in and speak. I didn’t even finish my first word before both kids stopped dead in their tracks and gave me the death stare of all death stares. I froze in complete confusion and fear and slowly walked backwards down the stairs.
This went on for about 45 minutes between the both of them. Banshee screaming, fish flopping, toy tornados, and then silence. The battle ending silence sent me back up the stairs to make sure both kids were okay. I quietly walked up the stairs, trying my hardest to not be heard, even though my steps scream whenever you touch them with a toe. I finally made it to the top of the stairs and peek into the bedroom. Lo and behold what do I see? Both of them hugging it out and peace once again spread throughout the land.
I just shook my head, walked back downstairs and debated on making myself a cold stiff drink.