I knew my days were numbered. I knew that the daytime sleep would eventually fall by the wayside. She is 3 and a half after all. It’s not like she was going to nap in the middle of the day forever. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe I could convince her to keep it. I’d lay next to her saying we were just going to ‘rest’ and occasionally she would fall for it. But then she worked it out. ‘Rest’ meant sleep. So she resisted even getting into bed.
She still needs it (or rather I do). Those two hours in the middle of the day where she can recharge her batteries (and I can experience that little bit of peace and get things done) are now gone. Gone forever. My baby is no longer a toddler…
Or is she… Although those midday naps are sadly missed (ok, I’m actually devastated by this*), I had hoped that this also signalled the loss of some of those other toddler happenings like the ‘dying cockroach’. My Charli, sweet and innocent as she is, is a master of the toddler tantrum. Merely state the word ‘no’ and the performance of a lifetime will ensue.
Lately however, these tantrums have escalated. Can you guess why? Yep, that’s right. Lack. of. Sleep!!
And you would think that being so tired, she would crash earlier at night. No. Not the case. After 3:30pm she has 3 siblings home from school to meet her demands. Around 6pm though the tantrums begin in earnest. It’s a combination of hunger & tiredness. I know this.
So, this week at that time of day. The time when these two needs outweigh all sense of reason (as much as a 3 year old has) an event occurred that left me speechless.
Now, let me be clear. We had sung Happy Birthday to Sophia (a belated birthday party of sorts with one of her best friends seated right next to her. Eeek!). A piece of this beautiful cake (handcrafted by my good friend Cheryl**), had been dished out to each of the family. So it wasn’t the whole cake. But when Miss 3 was told that she could not have any more little decorative flowers, she grabbed at the cake like a puppy digging a hole.
The cake flew across the table, bits of icing flying up in the air.
In one swift move I picked her up and put her outside the house, took a deep breath before cleaning her up, giving her a stern word (I can’t believe I kept my cool) and putting her straight to bed.
There we go. Needs met.
* For all the mums out there. You know who you are!
** The cake was admired for 24hrs by all who saw it Cheryl before being devoured. Even the slightly squishy bits were delicious.