Big Brother

The three-year old is going through a particularly tyrannical stage. It’s a bad one. We are worn out, all of us. I will leave that rant for another day though.

This afternoon, we were late for the kids dance class. We were warm. Tensions were fraught. The three-year old had been directing myself and her brother and sister around the house. I want leggings, I didn’t want that dress, Where is my other hairband, I don’t even like that juice……..You get the idea. It was her fourth costume change so far today. The first one was at 6.10am. As I said tensions were fraught.

tantrum

So the tantrum kicked off, she was screaming on the floor on top of a pile of clothes, the other two were aware we were late for their dance class and my every last ounce of patience disappeared. I told the three year old we were going and she could stay at home alone ( try and not judge me, I realise this is shit parenting). Her screams got louder but she refused to move. So I walked to the front door calling the other two. It was an empty threat, I was never going to leave her home alone and again yes I know, this is really shit parenting. The seven year went to leave for the car. The five year old stood firm in my path

” I am not going without her”

I thought I had misheard him. I was literally seconds from showing the three year old what a tantrum really looked like and was about to join her in sobbing face down on the floor.

“What did you say?” I asked him not so quietly or calmly.

“I am not going without her” he repeated. All five years of him, standing up to his demonic mother in full melt down mode.

And just like that all was well with the world again. Calmness returned immediately to our warzone-esque home. I brought the three year old to the car. The five year old ran around gathering her shoes and book and blankie and got in beside her. I looked into the rear view mirror and he was holding her hand.

I would love a big brother like him.

besties

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About The Clothesline

30 +, Husband, two little girls, one little boy, one dog. Overdrawn, overtired, overemotional and overwhelmed most of the time.
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10 Responses to Big Brother

  1. This is me! I’ve driven the car ten yards down the road before because my daughter wouldn’t come (all the time watching her watching me through the front window. You don’t stand alone!). And now she fiercely defends her brother, so I never get to pretend to leave him behind, although I have got her to conspire with me in supermarkets, hiding behind shelves when he’s being stubborn. If it’s bad parenting to try everything against a tyrannical toddler I am so going to mummy-hell in a handcart!

  2. Eugénie says:

    Love you kids: you must be doing something right. x

  3. office mum says:

    What a lovely brother! I always know I need to rein it in if my two girls stop fighting and the victim starts to comfort the one I’m giving out to…

  4. Fiona says:

    isn’t it amazing the way they can turn things around when you least expect it? What a gorgeous boy :-) (and no judgement at all, I have said and done all of the above with my equally tyrannical almost 3 year old girl – not shit parenting, just human!!)

  5. keladelaide says:

    Been there, done that….I mean still doing that.

  6. Awwwww. Like, so very awwwwww. I want him for a brother.

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