Actually the title of this post is somewhat understated, it should read:
OH MY F*ING GOD!
You remember the little chap in Aint Half Hot Mum who used to shake his head going 'Goodness Gracious Me' well to fully appreciate the enormity of what I am describing he would have shaken his head so much it would have fallen off.
Isobel has just had the biggest tantrum I have ever seen, there is no scale big enough to measure it on.
She has just screamed for about 20 minutes.
Yes I do know that that is not good for health. Don't you think I would have stopped her if I could, well short of giving in of course.
What was it over? She wanted to go to bed in my bed; not her cot, not her big-girls-bed (a whole other post) but my bed.
I did everything: I walked away, I reasoned with her (yes I know but you have to try), I held her, I gave her space...
When she was ready I cuddled her and while she sobbed I talked about Friday in the way she had to me earlier:
Friday, Isobel will go to nursery and have her cornflakes. She'll play with her friends and have lunch. But, she won't have a sleep at nursery; mummy will come and pick her up and drive her in the car. Isobel will sleep in the car. Then we will go on the ferryboat and do some colouring. Then we will drive some more to go to Grandma's house and Grandma will give us a cuddle. Grandpa will come home from work and Jack will be on his bed. We will give Hayley her birthday present....
' *sob* I will have a bath *sob* at Grandmas while mummy has a shower *sob*'
And so ended the biggest tantrum n the world. Now she is in her cot reading Charlie Cook to her dinosaur.
I, on the other hand, am drinking a very nice, single malt in a measure that is directly proportional the size of the tantrum.