Last night, my 2.5 year old son threw a tantrum the likes of which we’d never experienced with him. Ever. From around 7:00 PM when we tried to start his bedtime routine, until 8:05 PM when he finally settled down while his daddy read him a book, he raged. He jumped up and down. He stomped his feet, threw himself on the floor, screamed and yelled and just lost it.
Poor little guy. Being 2.5 is hard (and so, sometimes, is being his parent).
Perhaps you’ll find it helpful to do your own troubleshooting if I take you through mine, then, because I certainly appreciate insight into how other parents go about parenting.
First, I ask myself, what has changed? We’ve had a few weeks of upheaval, first with an overnight visit to the hospital that threw off the week, then a short school week plus time change, then a trip out of town to stay with his grandparents sans parents plus a time zone change, and now home.
How do I think he experienced that change? Well, he’s had different people with different routines in different homes across different time zones, all of whom love him and want to do our best for him, which also means we’re adjusting as we go. To my toddler, that means when we say something, it’s up for debate. Time for bed? We’ll see about that!