The Terrible Threes

Posted on | September 20, 2012 | 7 Comments

For the past two days, I’ve had a stranger living in my house.

A small, familiar faced boy, who acts almost exactly like well… dare I say it? A toddler you read about in magazines.

For most of his life, J has been relatively even tempered.  He doesn’t throw temper tantrums unless he’s really tired, he doesn’t scream and yell unless he’s really bothered or sick, and he doesn’t cause trouble unless… well, unless he does.  Which is now. Every day.  All day.

It started yesterday morning, with just a simple “rise and shine” moment.  He stumbled out of bed and to the sofa and demanded to watch a movie.  Now I know we have loose rules about television in my house, but one of our “strict” rules is that movies are for afternoons and NOT for mornings.  There’s just not enough time in the mornings for movies.  So I told him no, but gave him alternative choices… like his current favorite television show, Tickety Tock.

And the devil came down to Georgia.

My child turned beet red and began to sob.  He was screaming at the top of his lungs, in a raspy voice known only to parents of toddlers and elderly life-time smokers “NO! I want to watch a MOVIE. NOW. NO!”  At one point, he asked for a poptart just so he could throw it at me.  I managed to get half of his pajamas off and then he was just angry and semi-nude, running away from me and screaming out the word “NOTHING” which made no sense to anyone, except maybe him.

Reason was not his friend.  Breakfast was not his friend.  I was most definitely NOT his friend. Nothing, in fact, was even in the realm of friendly.  He screamed at me from the moment he sauntered into the living room until the moment his teacher pried him off of me and sent him to Chapel with his class. The last look I had from him as he rounded the corner at daycare was one of hurt, disdain, and anger, pouring out of tear-stained cheeks speckled with red.  It was horrible.

I thought it was just a one time thing.

I thought it was maybe the culmination of a long week of surgery and no playing outside.

And then this morning happened.

And seriously if he and I can’t learn to co-exist without screaming, there will be a lot more liquor in my coffee future.


7 Responses to “The Terrible Threes”

  1. michelle s
    September 20th, 2012 @ 10:30 am

    yep. this is my life too. except it was like this all during the two’s and I hoped and prayed it would change with three. She turned 3 on Tuesday. On Wednesday, massive morning meltdown. Apparently she didn’t get the memo that her two’s were over. I keep thinking she’s mentally unbalanced, good to hear that she’s normal!

  2. Law Momma
    September 20th, 2012 @ 10:37 am

    I hate three. HATE HATE HATE IT

  3. Delia
    September 20th, 2012 @ 1:11 pm

    I laughed because this has happened in my house. Several times and mine won’t be 3 until December. Which kinda makes this a bit scary because it may get worse! Hang in there – only 11 more months until 4, right?

  4. ryenerman
    September 20th, 2012 @ 3:30 pm

    Just yesterday my 3 YO flung herself to the floor crying as though she’d lost her best friend when I reminded her she needed to wash her hands after using the bathroom. I’d tear out my hair if I didn’t also have a 9 YO so I know with certainty this phase will pass (although other phases will arrive that will also drive me insane, but for other reasons – sigh).

  5. Diana Stone
    September 20th, 2012 @ 3:44 pm

    We have 2 months till 3. I spent the past 10 thinking how amazing 2 years old was. Like – what the heck is everyone talking about?”
    Oh 3. We have some talking to do.

  6. bookworm81
    September 20th, 2012 @ 4:21 pm

    It’s ok not to like him right now; what’s important is that you still love him and he knows it (otherwise he wouldn’t throw the poptart). This Louie CK bit just sort of encapsulates the whole thing

  7. Anandi Raman Creath
    September 24th, 2012 @ 4:09 pm

    nothing else to offer here, except yeah, we have this too, and my girl is not even a week past 3 yet. sigh.

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