Rampage

Baby S has been going on a tantrum rampage for the past few weeks. Used to be, she’d just throw a huge one in the middle of the afternoon. These days, she’d throw one every time she’d feel like it, it seems.

At one point, it got so bad that I could hear her shouts and cries from my second floor bedroom. I dared not go down; I didn’t want to deal with another toddler and her tantrums. I figured, I’ve already survived the naughty antics of four kids, I deserve a break.

One particularly bad episode happened in public—always an unpleasant ordeal. My daughter E, who was maybe two or three years then, and I were out with my sister B. For some reason or another, she just started screaming and shouting that she wanted cake. I don’t know if she’d seen it on a store window or if she just suddenly remembered something she had eaten before, all I know is that she wanted cake—NOW! It was the first time that I’d had little tyke go psycho on me in public and it was humiliating, to say the least.

I would experience more toddler tantrum episodes after that, but these days, I just try to stay out of the way. Done that, done that, thank you very much!