The boy is normally up to all sorts, amusing us all with his crazy antics but my god this week has been a long one. I know he’s super frustrated trying to communicate with us but my head hurts. It’s been seven days of whining, tantrums and tears if he doesn’t get his own way and no amount of cuddling or bribes help.

This week my toddler had a meltdown because…
His sister went to school.
He threw away his hat.
I didn’t strap him into his high chair.
There was not enough milk in his Shreddies.
There was too much milk in his Shreddies.
He ate all his Shreddies.
His wellie fell off.
The postman didn’t deliver post.
His sister was sitting beside him watching Paw Patrol.
I wouldn’t let him play with the toilet bowl.
I wouldn’t let him put Teddy in the shower with me.
I washed my hair.
His wellie fell off.
He couldn’t open the window in the bathroom.
I blow dried my hair.
I wouldn’t let him have a sip of my coffee.
I had the wrong nozzle on the hoover.
The microwave ate his lunch.
His wellie fell off.
He gave the dog his biscuit and she ate it.
It was raining outside.
He kept turning Netflix off.
I wouldn’t give him the remote.
I told him to be quiet that his sister was sleeping.
His Nana arrived and he thought it was his Daddy.
Nana said hello.
Kayla looked at him.
He ate all his melon.
I let Kadie suck on some melon.
He dropped his soother.
I wouldn’t cuddle Teddy (he stinks).
I wouldn’t let him wear my bra.
The water in the shower turned green ’cause he painted himself.
He stood under the shower and water dropped on his head.
I washed his hair.
I dressed him.
His wellie fell off.
He couldn’t open the front door.
Tink our doggie wouldn’t get out of her bed to let him sit down.
I held Kadie to long.
I wouldn’t put his coat and hat on for the 1902383643839th time.
Daddies shoes are too big for him.
There was cheese in his sandwich.
There was ham in his sandwich.
There was nothing in his sandwich.
Tink ate his sandwich.
His wellie fell off.
He wanted the babies bottle.
He didn’t want a pink bottle.
I wouldn’t let him flush the toilet.
He wanted a ‘splash-splash’.
He wanted to get out of the ‘splash-splash’.
I wouldn’t let him have my phone.
Daddy wouldn’t give him his phone.
He got stuck between the sofa’s.
He had a dirty bum.
His sister came home from her dads.
His wellie fell off.
I wouldn’t let him eat any more dog biscuits.
We wouldn’t let him wear his wellies.
The lady at the Soft Play wouldn’t give him her phone.
He couldn’t bring his beaker into the Soft Play.
He couldn’t throw balls at other kids at the Soft Play.
I wouldn’t let him have a knife.
I wouldn’t let him eat a crayon.
I put a bib on him.
I closed the stair gate.
I told him to stop feeding his yogurt to Tink with his spoon.
His yogurt was all gone.
His wellie fell off.
Paw Patrol was over.
I put Kadie on his tractor.
I put Kadie on the sofa.
The guy delivering junk mail was not his Daddy.
He woke up.
I spoke to him.
I looked at him.
His wellie fell off.
He peed on himself in the bath.
I got in with him for a shower.
I got out.
I took him out.
I dried him.
I told him to stop playing with his little man.
I didn’t put his wellies on.
I wouldn’t let him play with nail polish.
I wouldn’t let him smash-up Kayla’s Lego creations.
His sock fell off.
I wouldn’t let him take a selfie.
I wouldn’t let him draw on the wall.
He had to walk to his Nana and Granada’s.
His wellie fell off.
Kayla wouldn’t let him play (wreck her toys).
There is a child-lock on the treat cupboard.
I wouldn’t give him the remote control.
He threw his food on the ground and I wouldn’t pick it up.
Kadie’s hat wouldn’t fit his head.
I wouldn’t give him my make-up brush.
He couldn’t get a nappy on Teddy.
The washing machine door wouldn’t open for him because it was on.
And finally I wouldn’t let him brush my hair with his sweeping brush.

I think you get my drift. There’s more than 101 reasons but I haven’t the energy to type them all up. He’s just a bit of a cry baby this week. Tomorrows Monday. I’m hiding his wellies and hoping for a better week!

*No Frankie’s were harmed in the making of the cover photo. I attempted a family photo by the tree with all three kids on Xmas Eve. He wanted a selfie.

3 Comments on 101 Reasons Why My Toddler Had A Tantrum

  1. I loved this post. Apologies but it made me laugh so hard, but I can relate to it all. They have a meltdown over the simplest of things or over nothing at all. Non issues. Here’s hoping for a better week ladies!

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