Full moon? Teething? I don’t know what’s causing it, but it’s taken over my house today.
Maybe my kids are turning into werewolves.
When I asked Maddie to please stop shoving her little brother, she freaked right out, so I went into my room with Simon and closed the door for a minute. (Sometimes I need a minute. It’s like a timeout for me instead of her.) She banged on the door, shrieking her head off, and reminded me a lot of Mark Wahlburg in Fear. You know the scene.
She would sound calmish one second, and then totally flip her lid.
“Mama, I just need you to open this door, okay? Mama, I just… Can you let me in, Mama? Mama, OPEN THE DOOR! AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHH! OPEN IT NOW!”
Intense. I opened the door after about a minute, but was pretty convinced she was waiting on the other side with a machete. (Spoilers: she wasn’t.)
She calmed down, Zach got home, and then it was time for dinner. Simon ate a massive sandwich, but it obviously wasn’t enough, because he gnawed off the corner of one of Maddie’s Paw Patrol books right afterward.
What on earth? Tomorrow has got to be a more normal day.
I love you so much. I also love my sanity, so let’s calm it down, okay? Maybe less screaming and book chomping tomorrow.
Love, your Mama.