Friday, March 18, 2016

DST = Daylight Savings Time or Day of Surviving Toddler?


 

            It seems no one likes daylight savings time changes, least of all parents. Trying to survive the DST change with a toddler is like trying to get through a zombie apocalypse. Well, except not only do you have to make sure the zombie doesn’t kill you but you also have to actually keep it fed, bathed, and safe.

            DST results in tired, cranky toddlers, and when kids lose sleep, well, that results in tired, cranky parents. Toddlers can sense weakness, and they will capitalize on it. That is why DST results in a particularly challenging day for parents.

            To help you celebrate this beloved (not) indicator of spring, here are 23 (in honor of the hours in this day) tantrums for your reading enjoyment, courtesy of my beloved toddler.

1.      5am tantrum because she can’t find the missing toy cupcake. Why are there toy cupcakes in her bed? Why is she awake at 5am which, incidentally feels a lot like 4am to my sleep-deprived time change body.

2.      7am tantrum because her pancakes are too big.

3.      7:02 tantrum because I cut her pancakes in response to the last tantrum (apparently she wanted small, whole pancakes).

4.      7:15 tantrum because she wants the silver remote to operate the Roku.

5.      7:30 crying because her swimsuit straps are twisted.

6.      7:34 angry because I dared attempt to help her with her swimsuit straps.

7.      7:35 really angry that her swimsuits are in time out after being thrown at my head.

8.      7:40 upset because I won’t let her pour her own milk.

9.      7:45 mad because it’s raining.

10.  8:15 randomly shouting “stop saying that” to the unsuspecting narrator on Super Why.

11.  8:30 politely requests a snack of goldfish. Then insists on getting it herself. Drags bar stool to pantry, climbs onto it then begins to scale remaining pantry shelves. I point out that her snacks are on the bottom shelf (easily reachable sans chair). Launches self off chair onto top shelf and shrieks like a monkey when I attempt to pull her down.

12.  8:40 removes all toys from baby’s reach because “she’s not using them right.” When I explain babies play and learn differently from big girls, she begins writhing on the floor screaming “stop putting that in your mouth Bella!”

13.  9am heads upstairs and dresses self in blue velour sweatpants and matching zip up hooded sweatshirt, no shirt underneath (if you’re picturing a 70s porn mogul here, you’ve got the right image). I attempt to brush her hair and the brush—along with all others in the home—are hidden.

14.  9:30 we head outside to play. She takes off down the street on her tricycle while I’m still fastening baby into the stroller. I catch her and take her back to the driveway, prompting the tantrum.

15.  9:40 she is too hot in her sweatshirt so she takes it off. I tell her we need to go get a tee shirt to put on because she can’t play outside topless (particularly with 12 construction workers next door now gawking). Cue the tantrum.

16.  9:45 While we are inside looking for a shirt, she finds a bra and asks to try it on. Then she proceeds to throw a tantrum because her “boobies are too little.”

17.  10am I hand her goldfish in a bowl in hopes that the tantrums are a result of low blood sugar. Bowl is thrown at my head.

18.  10:03 Just as toddler is completing her time out, I notice the massive puddle surrounding her.  I see that she has peed, soaking herself and her surroundings, and ask why she didn’t go to the potty. She says “because my time wasn’t up in time out yet” with a knowing smirk on her face.  Well played, Toddler, well played.

19.  10:30 We take a shower. She throws a fit because the water is “too wet.”

20.  10:45 Another tantrum because her hooded towel “superhero cape” keeps tripping her as she sprints back and forth down the hall, much like the dog does after her bath.

21.  11am We are working on a Sesame Street puzzle, and she can’t get an end piece to fit in the middle where she wants it to go. Puzzle piece is thrown.

22.  11:15 I’m feeding baby and she’s eating lunch. Or so I think. Actually, she’s painting her toe nails. With lip gloss. I spot her, and she takes off sprinting, trekking the lip gloss all over the floors.

23.  12:30 tantrum over nap time because she’s “really and truly not tired yet, Mama.” Ummm yeah…

 

There you have it folks. Now we have just a few months to get adjusted to the new time and then we can do this all over again come fall!