Just an Average Day with a Bi-Polar Three-year-old Tornado

Waking up to a tiny voice asking me if he can sleep with me, I looked up to check that it was indeed 6 am and that it was Thursday.  As I tried to keep my hand away from Evan who wanted to pull at the loose skin and mangle it, I made a list of everything needed to be done.  As this was an other day, it meant to empty the dishwasher during the boys’ breakfast, doing the morning exercises, and where did my husband leave the remote.  Since I made French toast yesterday, all I had to do was pop it in the microwave.  I love easy breakfast.  As I tried to return to my dream where Ben Affleck, Harrison Ford, and I saved the world from aliens (It WAS a good story in my mind.  Too bad I’m not a script writer), I heard the crib music from Sean’s room and his babbling.  I stretched and went to retrieve the baby, who yelled “Mama” as soon as he saw me.  Today was going to be a good day.

 

As it was Thursday, I realized today was the preschool story time at the library.  As I buttered the French toast and liberally sprinkled the powder sugar, I debated whether to stay home or not because Evan was trying to stay up later the last few days (with I need my blinds open {what crazy kid sleeps with their blinds open?}, I need water, it’s cold, can I sleep with you, can you take my pillow and put it in your room), and I wondered if it had to do with the late naps he’s been getting.  Well, I had to discuss this possibility with my advisors, but I waited for a more decent hour, though they are now an hour ahead and it’s cooler in Arizona so they probably wouldn’t have minded an interrupting call in the early morning.

 

My advisors assured me that late naps weren’t the issue.  My mom insisted that I should wake Evan up at 2 or 2:30, not letting him sleep more than two and half hours.  I watched my already behind blog reading disappear as I remembered that I was suppose to make some calls for my husband today (Hmm, I wonder if I could push those back to Friday).  My dad pointed out that we kids did the same thing off and on for weeks and that this could possibly be a phase.  Thanks, Dad.  So story time it was.

 

But when it was time to get the boys dressed, I met with some resistance.  As I tried to get Evan to choose a shirt, he ran around naked yelling, “I’m a pink chocolate skeleton!”  Um, well, then pick a shirt, Mr. Pink Chocolate Skeleton.  “I can’t.  I’m going to be a cotton candy skeleton, and those shirts are not cotton candy.”  You’ve got me there.  Since I couldn’t catch Evan, I caught Sean instead, quickly dressing him.

 

With the pouncing skills of a lion, I grabbed Evan and wrestled to get some underwear on him.  I swear I could enter the rodeo for hog tying.  Threatening to choose the shirt if he didn’t, I wrestled a pair of shorts on Evan.  I wonder if girls are different because nine times out of ten I can’t get Evan to pick a shirt much less put one on.  The only person that can get Evan to dress himself is my Mom, but I think Evan just wants to impress her on how big a boy he is.  So I chose the shirt and threw it on, and I lost Evan when I got the toothbrushes ready.  Let’s just say that fifteen minutes later, Evan’s face was washed, teeth were brushed, and hair was combed, which led us to the battle of making the bed.

 

When all was said and done and both boys were presentable to the world, I had two little tornadoes cruising and crashing through the house.  When I asked if Evan wanted to go to the library, with visions of trying to control two boys who would be railing against their quiet fate with body heaving from The Exercise as I murmur bribes and threats in their ears, Evan yelled, “NO!”  and ran off.  Fine, I didn’t want to go anyway, so there.

 

So as any mother with young tornadoes, I threw open the doors so that they could reek destruction on the land and not my home. 

 

But as I got ready to make lunch, Evan demanded to go to the library.  Excuse me?  Yup, he wanted to go to the library, and he had the tears to prove it.  Are you kidding?  And I did the rookie mistake of trying to reason with a three-year-old, explaining how he didn’t want to go earlier and story time was over and we’ll go to the library next week.  (Good job, Mom; is this your first?)  All of this was met with a building temper tantrum.  Usually I just throw him in his room until he calmed down, but Sean had passed out playing with toys and was now sleeping in his crib.  Ok, fine, what do you want to do at the library?  He *sob* wanted *hick-up* to read *sniffle* boooooooks.  Fine, we can do that.  *Whine*  But we can’t go to the library *sob* right now because Sean is sleeping *sniffle* and it’s lunch time.  *so- “Ok, Mommy, can I have a peanut butter sandwich?”

 

So this is how it feels to live with Sybil.  Awesome.

 

 

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6 Responses to “Just an Average Day with a Bi-Polar Three-year-old Tornado”

  1. Christi Says:

    All 3 of my girls wanted to run around naked, so it isn’t just boys 🙂 ! They think it is ok to take off their shirt when it is hot, like a guy too, I am gonna have to break that habit soon.

    And my kids do the same thing, about crying for something that they said 20 min earlier that they didn’t want. I usually ignore them. I have found that my MP3 player has come in rather handy to ignore crying and fights. I have also thought about investing in a small pair of boxing gloves for the 4 and 5 year olds and just letting them box out all of their issues!! Have a great day, and thank you for the comments on my blog, I commented back 😀

  2. outside voice Says:

    “Fine, I didn’t want to go anyway, so there.” ROTFL.

    And just yesterday, Monkey begged me to race so that we could get to his school in the morning before they went outside to play. I raced. He raced. We got there, just as everyone was heading out to play. He stopped in his tracks, watched them all walk past and then said, “I don’t want to go outside.” Sigh.

  3. KathyB! Says:

    There is no sense in even trying to understand the little tornados 🙂 Just roll with and try to keep from losing your mind in the process. And enjoy it, too! They’ll be big before you know it!

  4. faemom Says:

    Thanks, Christi: I’ve been wondering how girls were with the clothes thing. Of course, my dad said he was worried I’d turn out to be a stripper because at age three I would tear off my dress in public if they weren’t looking. And I must remember the mp3 idea!

    Outside Voice: Did your jaw just drop when he said that? hehe.

    KathyB!: Thanks for commenting. I try to tell myself that this too is just a phase.

  5. Danielle Says:

    Hey! I found your article on another page, and wanted to hit you up here, too, as I’m at a loss and I’m about to lose my mind…

    Truely, I’m terrified. My three-year old son (he’ll be three in a couple weeks) not only acts like this, but he has a speech delay on top of it, so he gets frustrated very easily. He has an evaluation on Friday as part of figuring out why he has this delay, and if there’s anything else accompanying it. If you don’t mind, how did you find out that your son is bi-polar, and what are the signs?

    I need to figure something out very soon, because he has an 18 month old brother, and now they’re both taking cues from each other. Honestly, it’s like there’s no age difference at all. They’re constantly disobeying, and they tag-team me as soon as they get a chance. They know that if I’m monitoring one kid’s time out, that I’m not going to be able to watch what the other is doing. Is this normal when two boys are so close together? Will it ever get any easier? I’m using time-outs and magnet boards (with lollipop rewards once they get 4 magnets) as discipline, and my husband occasionally spanks (if one hurts the other). Time-outs don’t work, because once they’re out and I ask them why they were in time out, they just give me whatever answer will placate me, then they say, “Sorry Mommy” in their sweetest voice with a poop-eating smile on their face, and then they’re off playing like it never happened.

    I guess I’m just wondering what I’m doing wrong when all of my other friends have calm, well-behaved boys, and I just have two holy terrors who won’t listen to what I’m saying long enough to understand the question.

    Any advice?

  6. faemom Says:

    Danielle
    First off. *hugs* Now take a deep breath; you’re doing good.

    Second. The bi-polar was a joke, sort of. I’m pretty sure my husband is, and I’ve been diagnosed with depression, so I am in a constant worry that we might have given these things to our sons. And I pray that ours and yours aren’t bi-polar because it will make things TONS harder.

    I think I may email you, but I want to make sure that if any one else out there has advice, looking at you badmommymoments, that they may give their two cents, as in ANY of you. And don’t make me name names because I will.

    Next, it sounds like you have some very smart boys on your hands. Congratulations, you now have to work twice as hard. To answer your question, it’s very normal; my boys are abnormal because they HAVEN’T started killing each other yet. Your sons sound very normal. Little guys at this age are trying to learn the rules, and because they don’t know them, they make their own up; hence the rowdiness. I’ve been told it only gets harder, but the things that are hard now will be easier. You just swap problems. Wait until we all have to worry about girls and girlfriends!

    My advice: Stick with the time-outs. If the other one decides to take advantage as you monitor time out, throw him into time-out too if you *know* he’s up to no good, if it is just random curiosity, but him in front of a TV or in gage him in activity that you can keep an eye out on your time-out. Consistency. I know it’s hard. I bet the time-out one runs off too, sometimes. Patience. Take a deep breath. When you start loosing it, they up the anti. Every time. And yes, they will run off like nothings happened. But I’ll give a bit advice. My great-grandma always said it took three times. A kid runs out into the street; he’s punished. He runs out in the street again; he’s punished. He runs out again; he’s punished again. He won’t run out there again. Yes, this will very from time to time, but it helps to know that with enough consistency they’ll learn.
    Go to badmommymoments up on the links because she has a WHOLE section on strong willed children that may be very beneficial. Good luck!

    And if any one else has something more to add, please do.


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