I don’t know if it was the gloomy weather outside or what, but, I swear, it felt like Greta cried all day long yesterday. She wasn’t sick, or overtired or hungry. Nope, as far as I can tell, she just felt like crying…about everything. All. Day. Long. She cried when a car outside drove by too fast, and when the DVD player took too long to load (actually, I cry about that sometimes too…stupid slow-loading Blu-Rays!) hell, she even cried about crying. Seriously. She said she was sad because she’d been crying too much. I was like, hello, there is a cure for that!
Urgh, I spent so much time trying to stop her from crying that at the end of the day all I wanted to do was cry. No, not cry. I wanted to break down, TV-movie-style: yelling at her to shut the hell up, throwing my frying pan at the wall, ending with the dramatic collapse into heaving sobs on the kitchen floor. Like all good Lifetime movie crazies I would’ve felt terrible about it all the minute after it happened, but, wow, did I wanna throw some kitchen goods yesterday. Yikes…
Luckily, Mrs. Yeti read the writing on the wall (or perhaps the glazed, diary-of-a-mad-househusband look in my eyes) and took over the Greta wrangling chores the minute she came home. The crying and dramatics didn’t stop, but, my distance from them helped keep me sane long enough to cook dinner — yes, even cooking dinner was a relief, and, no, I didn’t throw any pots or pans — and clean up. Hell, I even had time to finish organizing and backing up the music files on our laptop. Hooray!
Of course, this morning Greta woke up all smiles and sunshine, so, I’m guessing (or hoping!) that the waterworks will be more of an every other day event, but, who knows. All I know is that if this stage is gonna be around for a while, I’m gonna need to get me some serious earplugs…
3 responses to “The crying game…”
Me thinks she might have also been a little bit sad ’cause she misses the 3 hour round trip excursions to doughnut shops in lands far, far away…. 😉
Ha! I don’t think she misses the road trips, but, I know she misses her old roomie! Since she didn’t get to see you off at the airport, she came home from dance class all excited to see you and…wow…lemme tell ya, many tears were shed as she came to grips with the fact that Aunt Ginger was gone. So sad! 😦
Eeks! Sounds like a terrible day. Whenever my little guy throws one of those, I ignore him. I mean, I don’t pretend he’s not there, but if he starts making his wishy-washy demands and cries the entire day, there’s no way I’m going to give in to his demands (plus if I do, he’s just going to want the opposite of whatever I just did).
I do try to comfort him though and when I do I don’t say much, because I figure he’s not going to even listen to anything I say much less logically analyze my words of wisdom. So I pat his back, give him his space, and just wait til bedtime rolls around and hope he gets out of his funk soon.
Hope Greta is doing better but yeah, don’t be surprised if she starts doing that more often 😦 Get those earplugs!!