My daughter needs a reset switch. I say this while loving her to bits, but sometimes she does just need some way of being able to reset her brain. Especially when she is tired, or ill, or out of spoons. So about 90% of the time.
She will put us in situations where there is simply no winning answer, and she will end up in tears no matter what we do or say. The most recent one was after a meal; I say meal – I ate food, my husband had Huel (if you don’t know what this is consider yourself blessed) and she ate half a crumpet, but not the edge bit. She then wanted pancakes. Fine, whatever, it’s food right?
So we say yes, she can have pancakes and you would think this is the right answer. Wrong. You see the caveat is that she will only eat pancakes if daddy has pancakes. Daddy didn’t want pancakes. So now she is crying because she is the only one wanting pancakes, you see daddy was going to have the cookie that she made him that afternoon.
So Daddy told her it was fine he would have pancakes with her. All good?
Nope you see now Mummy isn’t having pancakes and is odd one out. Mummy (having actually eaten food) was not going to have anything but seeing this was causing an issue agreed quickly and said fine we will ALL have the damn pancakes. So we can be calm now right? No need for meltdowns, no need for uncontrolled emotions on behalf of others not having pancakes we can relax and have the sodding pancakes?
No. She’s now melting down again… at this point I have no idea what the problem is. My husband has no idea what the problem is and when ask she has no idea what the problem is but it’s something to do with the number of pancakes that may or may not be consumed by the number of people awaiting dessert. It turns out that someone needed to the eat the sodding things and that number was undefined but somewhere between 1 and 3 but no one had the right answer for what it was.
It turns out I didn’t want pancakes. I wanted rum and lots of it.
Raising the Modern Fae 