How your child is an angelic Jekyll for anyone other than you, but turns into a possessed Hyde the second you appear: A demonic on/off switch you have no control over, you watch as your child goes from devil to angel in the time it takes to blink. Or vice versa. It all depends on if they are leaving your presence, or rejoining you.
I am a stay at home mother, but I do not spend all day, every day with my children.
I get small, much needed breaks.
Until recently, going to workout at the gym was my only break. For two glorious hours, I burned the calories enabling me to eat chocolate later and took a hot shower.
In the past, we had some difficulties there resulting in either The Tackler or Lil Diva being temporarily banned.
Thankfully, they’ve outgrown it. I think.
We are three weeks into the preschool-like Mother’s/Parent’s Day Out program both children attend twice a week.
They both love it.
But I’ve noticed a strange phenomenon lately. Their time at school seems to suck out all of the good Jekyll behavior, and leave the Hyde for me.
This is particularly noticeable with Lil Diva.
She is teething, you see. The two year molars.
Many parents are shuddering at the mere thought.
One has popped through in the last week or so. Three are left.
This means my days are tiny slices of my formerly happy girl blended with overflowing floods of whining, crankiness, and flat out screaming – my Lil Hyde Banshee in full force.
But at school? At the gym’s daycare?
She’s my Lil Angelic Diva, so distracted by the kids and toys she forgets her pain.
She doesn’t cry. At all. For four hours.
What the frak?
How do they get the crankiness to magically turn off?
I am glad for it. I’m so thankful when I ask, “How was she today?” to her teachers they scoff, “You don’t even need to ask. She’s a joy and didn’t cry a bit.” Far worse would be the dreaded, “You need to pick your child up because she’s inconsolable.”
But I wish she would save some of the happiness for me. I wish I could miraculously spend four hours without the slightest cry or whine – which doesn’t even happen on the best days.
Add in too short naps and night waking courtesy of the molars paired with the two year old “I want to do it even if it’s dangerous and I’m too young so I’m going to completely meltdown because you dared insist on either holding my hand or carrying me through the parking lot to/from the car” and I find myself dreading pick up time.
Because she has freaked out every single day we’ve left school or the gym.
Is there a teething boarding school to send a child during the really bad Hyde days?
I could really use one.
Or a formula to transfer some Jekyll back to my presence.
Does your child seem to have multiple personalities depending on where they are and who they are with?