So We Hugged it Out

imageI have had my hands full with this one. Lately everything has been setting her off which means that she takes is out on us — mostly me,  mostly Olena — with whining and crying fits.

Screaming fits.


This morning, all was well, until she had to get ready for school. I’ve talked to her about this before, that delay or on time, she should be ready to go.

All of a sudden I am accused of rushing her.

On a morning where The Boss’s schedule is off to begin with thanks freezing rain/delayed start for school, this screaming triggers a meltdown in the Boss and, lately, we’ve had our fair share of Code RED level meltdowns.


So, I don’t get it. I don’t. She’s good all day long. I know she doesn’t pull this at school (or, as I like to call it, work) or at daycare. Just here. And just me. I try not to take it personally and I try not to yell back but, hey, I’m human and I get roped into it.

Half the time I don’t even know what my dear little firecracker is saying because A) She’s screaming so loudly the veins in her neck are popping out or B) it deteriorates into a whining mumbling fit or C) both A and B, plus some mommy-is-mean declaration thrown in for good measure.

This morning as she was yelling at me, at Olena, for who knows what…

(Olena kept saying, ‘what did I do?’)

I stopped dead in my tracks. With my boy hitting the rocking chair in a feverish drum that means he’s nanoseconds away from a meltdown, instead of getting into it with her — I dropped my hands to my side, and looked to the heavens.

Wha? Why? Just what do I do?

I took a few minutes. Then sunk my head…as she kept complaining about how mean I was I turned slowly, smiled, and walked up behind her…

mind you she was still ranting…

…and I just put my arms around her.

“I’m just going to hug this out of you. See, hugging it out. You’re going to be okay. You are. But you need to calm down. You’re going to school soon and everything is going to be okay. That’s it, I will hug you, and shake it out of you, c’mon… c’mon… there. There you go.”

And once she stopped screamcryingwhinning her feet hit the floor, and all seemed better with the world.

Or at least in her world.

Was the rest of the day scream-free? NOPE. But it was better. And I’ll take it…as a win.

Until next time…


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