WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THREE YEAR OLDS!?

I used to blog a lot. And I tried my hand at trying to make it super fancy-dancy and even looked into how to start making money off of blogging and what that would entail. But let's face it....this is not one of those blogs. And I say that with a smile/laughing tears emoji. Sidenote: why no emoji's on blogger!? I need those just like exclamation points to make my point. Big smilie. 

I still keep up with literally 3 other people's blogs and read them every couple weeks when I whip my laptop out to satisify my monthly itch to blog.  But that's really all the time or energy I spend on the blogging world. 

Some people's blogs are so cute and magazine worthy with family updates and kiddo stuff or travel stuff or mommy stuff. I think we can successfully categorize mine as a word vomit place for whatever's going on in my life. You probably won't see well-lit pictures of too many exciting things besides the quick pics I take of our family with my cool iPhone5. You probably won't see too many kids updates because I barely have time to update their baby books. You probably will just see what's on my heart once a month with no intention of making money off this thing or even having a lot of "readers." Just a place to write. Or type. Because typing is a lot faster than writing and I have too much to cram into my nap time/quiet time break. 

So today's topic.....WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THREE YEAR OLDS!?

If you have a three year old, please console my insanity and tell me you deal with the same madness as me. 

Three is a lot of things. It is fun. It is funny. It is surprising in good ways. It is amazing how smart they are. It is incredible how they pick things up without us even realizing. And guess what, it is also insanely challenging.

And if you have a kid older than 3 and think "oh just wait till she is 5 or 10 or 15. You ain't seen nothin yet." Guess what? I'm not there yet. So just conjure up some sympathy for me down here with a 3 year old. We could probably all stop saying stuff like that. I am dealing with hard stuff and so are you. Let's not minimize someone's season because we're in a different one.

Back to the topic...

Lately our sweet little three year old has proven to have this terrible time of the day, just about every day, where it is inconsolable fits of crying, whining, falling on the floor shouting about how she's so mad or sad or upset about xyz. Around 11am like clock work. It's about something different everyday but it is around the same timeframe with the same behavior every day.  If something isn't going her way, all hell breaks loose and she looses her marbles. Her marbles are probably all gone by now actually. No more to even loose. Maybe she has a never ending supply. That must be it. 

It's happened in the grocery store, it's happened at the park, it's happened at home, it's happened at a friends house, it's happened on a short walk or bike ride around the neighborhood. 

Hungry? Maybe sometimes but other times it happens and she's already been fed. Tired? Maybe sometimes but other times she's gotten a good night's sleep and did not wake up "early" at all. Too busy and not enough quality time with mom? Maybe sometimes but other times it happens just after we've spent hours together just playing and being silly and having fun. 

Conclusion: there seems to be no rhyme or reason to her 11am madness. I just want a formula and an equation so I can stop the crazy or get on top of the crazy. 

This morning I thought we were golden. Had a low key morning just me and the kids at home. Took our time playing and taking baths and getting dressed. Took our time doing everything. No rush, no where to be. Played with them, cuddled with them. Went to the store thinking we'd have a peaceful trip and no breakdowns. Wrong. Complete meltdown (guess what time it was! just after 11am!) in the store because we couldn't find a slip and slide. Absolutely no bribe or plan b would help. Although I'm not sure if she could even hear my bribe or plan b over her crying and shouting.

So I was that mom this morning walking as fast as I could carrying a crying 15 month old and dragging a crying/shouting/flailing three year old behind me out of the store. Thank you to the worker who looked at me like I was beating my children and THAT was the cause of their agony. 

No actually, they were just sad because you were out of slip and slides.

Sometimes I think I will never enter a store again with my kids until they are 18 years old. Help me Jesus.

Time to go see if the three year old will take a nap :) Good luck to all the moms-of-littles.