The Gambler
It must hurt to be three.
I base this upon the shrieks of displeasure that are issuing from the pint-sized person in the other room. She's been raging against The Man since dawn, and I've had about enough of it.
I'd say that someone pissed in her Wheaties, but she doesn't eat Wheaties. Or Cheerios. Or Oatmeal. Or anything that she used to eat, even if she ate it five minutes ago, she hates it now, and she hates you for bringing it to her attention.
Do you hear that? SHE HATES IT.
She hates:
1) Anyone looking at her.
2) Anyone looking near her.
3) Anyone breathing.
4) Anyone who isn't looking at her and complimenting her.
5) Anyone who compliments her without using the pre-approved script.
6) Anyone who has a thought, unless she is the origin of that thought, and she has the graciousness to allow you to share in her brilliant idea.
Anyone who enters into the realm of hated behavior is subject to her wrath. Said wrath includes a sobbing cry like an air raid siren, assorted kicks and punches, oaths sworn to and dramatically played out and more.
"I am going to my room, and I am going to scream, and I am never coming out!" she hollers as she lurches, dramatically heaving her sobbing frame down the hall and into her room. She collapses on her bunk bed, howling. She continues for a half an hour or more as I contemplate whether a good mother would crank up the iPod or not.
I've been through the terrible threes twice already, and it doesn't phase me. Much. This child seems to have a particularly hot streak, and I have to laugh, even as I cringe against the wall of outraged noise that washes over me like a toddler tsunami.
I know when to hold 'em. I know when to fold 'em. I know when to walk away, and you better believe I know when to run.
There are days that I, too, want to rail against The Man. In fact, I find it slightly hilarious that I'm The Man. As she gets closer to four, I know that these storms will start to subside. The irrational "That! No, that! No. THAT!" fits will taper off. There is a light at the end of this tunnel. I've reached it twice before. And I can see the humor, even as I sigh and turn up the music to buffer the howling down the hall.
She's a toughie. But every time my daughter channels Clint Eastwood -
"You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?"
I have to admit, I do. I do feel lucky.
Comments
she's only three? oye. i had to go back and read her age twice because for a minute i thought it was THIRTEEN! my son, 4, is also full of drama. instead of saying what he hates though, it's this overdone, "i don't liiiiiike (insert anything and everything)." whatever dude.
Posted by: crazedparent | August 19, 2006 1:59 PM
That was hilarious and SO true of three year olds! I know many parents who can sympathize :)
Posted by: Jill Urbane, The Mentor Mom | August 19, 2006 5:05 PM
Ahhh. The flair for dramatics. My daughter just turned 4 and so far 4 has been worse for us...she cries over everything, mostly little things. It's just a wonderful glimpse into the future of life with an emotional teenage daughter. Oh boy.
Posted by: Heather | August 19, 2006 7:45 PM
Your daughter sounds like me on a good day. I think that, in reading this post, I have just come face-to-face with my demons.
Is there such a thing as the terrible 32's?
Posted by: Amanda Marlaena | August 20, 2006 12:35 AM
I'm laughing. Our Dr. told us the only advice he had for us at 3 1/2 was this: "Find a good babysitter. Nothing Mom can do is right". Yep, been there and done that!
Posted by: Christy | August 20, 2006 3:54 AM
I find that my four year old little princess is so much harder than she was at 2. This so describes her!
Posted by: TC | August 20, 2006 7:45 AM
What?! I thought it was the Terrible Twos!! And it was almost halfway over! WHAT?! There are Terrible Threes, too?!
The hell you say!
Posted by: Suburban Turmoil | August 20, 2006 12:25 PM
Nah, I crank up the ipod and lock the door to their room when they pull that crud.
Fine, I says, you want to be in your room, stay in there for a while. I'll be darned if you're going to come out of there screeching at me in the middle of your fit either. *grin*
Every time I hear a whine, where do they go? to their room! I sort of feel like the red queen sometimes. *chuckle*
Posted by: Whimspiration | August 20, 2006 3:09 PM
Sometimes the music works for drowning out the screams, but sometimes it's even better to go outside and pretend it's not really happening :)
Posted by: Christina | August 20, 2006 4:34 PM
Toddler tsunami is brill.
My daughter is 5. Passionate little minx who stares a good glare.
Posted by: Jennifer | August 21, 2006 6:42 AM
Wait, did you write about my 3 y/o middle child? I thought I'm the only Mom out there with a lot less hair b/c I've been pulling on my hair every single day that he's awake.
I admitted this to my hubbie on Sat. and he gave me the ugliest look evah! I told him that if I had my 3 y/o first then I might think twice about having the 2nd or the 3rd kid. And when he gave me that look, and I told him "well, I had to be honest with you! That's what these moms with blogs do all the time." And you know what he said "well, thank goodness for your blogging friends then!" HMMPH!!
Posted by: Waya | August 21, 2006 6:54 AM
Three blows. I'll take two in a heartbeat. I'm just trying to survive Tink's third year too.
Posted by: HG | August 21, 2006 8:21 AM
so funny, so true! Toddler tsunami - hilarious
Posted by: molly | August 21, 2006 1:52 PM
I am SO familiar with the toddler tsunami!! oh myyyyyyyy..
Posted by: cmhl | August 21, 2006 2:19 PM
Oh no. I see this in my two year old daughter already. I was hoping it would get better when she turned three.
I do not feel lucky, punk.
Posted by: Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah | August 22, 2006 9:33 AM
that is SO true of my three year olds especially my moody daughter!
Posted by: Tuesday | August 22, 2006 11:43 AM
This is sad, but that list of 6 things? That could be me on any given day.
Posted by: sweatpantsmom | August 22, 2006 9:57 PM
Good Mommies totally turn up the Ipod.
As a Good Nanny I would respond to tantrums by saying "I'm going into the kitchen now to listen to music, because I don't like listening to that whiny voice you're using. When you're ready to be nice, you can come and see me."
Because I don't think there's a child in the world who can compete with the Pixies, Nirvana or the Violent Femmes.
Posted by: Kal | August 23, 2006 9:37 AM
I found age three harder than two with my kids. There is a hilarious Dana Carvey comedy routine (mid 90's)(oy now i feel old) about daring to take the prescshooler into the Toys R Us, and the descriptions of the various toy figures the kid wants("not the one that goes like this, the one that goes like this") and is threatening to tantrum over, telling daddy that he needs to ask himself "Do you feel lucky?" Now mine are teen, pre-teen (look out for ten year old girls!) and 8.
Posted by: Carol | August 23, 2006 1:08 PM
Ok, so not only do I have a six year old here with premature puberty craziness (oh the selfdoubt, the hate, the "nobody understands me!" routine), now I can look forward to the terrible twos AND threes??? Somebody kidnap me, please!
I'll be here in my corner, rocking back and forth.
Posted by: barbex | August 24, 2006 3:19 AM
My son is going through this right now. I'm at my wits end with him. He cried for three hours yesterday. For no reason. I watched him roll around the floor and whine. Tears flowing from his fat little cheeks. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong. He wouldn't stop crying.
So I had enough and put him in his sister's crib. She's two. God knows I don't know if I can make it through another one! I think I might start drinking!
Posted by: jennifer | August 24, 2006 9:07 AM
Oh you make me laugh. With both my boys 3 1/2 was rocky, rocky, rocky. Now darling daughter - with the blonde ringlets and gorgeous blue eyes (yes - we know who her Dad is - not a bit of mommy in her...) is headed towards the 3s full blast. Poor thing - she's a third child and I've learned to walk over a screaming child and ignore a lot of stuff... I suppose this prepares us for later huh?
Posted by: maria | August 24, 2006 1:24 PM
As the mother of a 2 year old, I just have to say What the hell do you mean terrible THREES??? You mean it gets worse??!?!
Posted by: Leta | August 24, 2006 1:35 PM
LMAO. This is so painfully true. Especially the list of hates. They are both hilarious and aggravating. I tell me kids to this day that I don't speak 'whinese' Works everytime.
Posted by: J | August 24, 2006 9:58 PM
My son will be three in 2 weeks and I'm already beginning to see what I have to look forward to. Everytime I think, "HOW CAN THIS GET ANY WORSE???", it does. I have friends who have children older than mine, and they warned me that age three is MUCH worse than age two...this SCARES me! Today he threw a huge crying fit because the back legs of his chair were not on the rug. I tell him all the time I hope he puts his dramatic behavior to some good use one day...become an actor, make lots of money, and give some to mommy and daddy for having to put up with this insanity. It's very reassuring that I'm not the only one with a lunatic child. This was a great post...very TRUE and humorous. Thanks for sharing.
Posted by: jessie Shepard | September 1, 2006 12:28 PM
Oh my goodness, my 3 year old is yelling at me right now because the pasta I am making him for lunch is not ready yet! You want pasta? I want to throw it at the whiny butt!!
Posted by: Sandy Drew | March 26, 2007 8:22 AM