I honestly think my darling daughter suffers from FOMO. So if you are old school like me, FOMO is an acronym that stands for Fear of Missing Out. According to Wikipedia it is “a pervasive apprehension that others might be having rewarding experiences from which one is absent”. (Not to be confused with MOFO-which means something else entirely)
We went away this weekend, to visit the grandparents, and obviously this was a hoot because little miss had no bedtime, so many treats and oh so much attention. No rules and no boundaries. (Well as free as you can be as a toddler with your parents in tow)
I know I will be harshly judged but our bedtime routine goes a little like this;
At about 6:30pm we have supper and take a bath, put on pajamas and then I lay with her until she falls asleep. Yes I have a life, but she has never fallen asleep alone and I feel it’s cruel to start now-or maybe I am just a sucker for punishment.
Lately as soon as we hint in the direction of the bedroom it starts. She wants this or that, or she’s hungry. She’ll be so tired but she refuses to lie down and get calm. As soon as I think okay we might be able to settle, BOOM she’s up and looking for her dad, or a specific teddy or blanket. It’s like she becomes absolutely paranoid that the world will continue without her and she must stay awake even if it kills her.
I’ve even tried story time, but not even that can keep her attention. It’s like she’s on a hamster wheel which simply has to keep moving. I’m sure it is normal (please tell me this is normal) and it’s just a phase but I am also exhausted.
The epic tantrums the following day literally makes me want to peel the skin from my face, everything you ask or say gets thrown back with an angry stare and a blunt no. Also “I don’t want you I want papa” is enough to make me want to run for the hills.
It’s just tantrums they say, well “just tantrums” is causing grey hairs and wrinkles to pop up in a matter of seconds, yes I can see it happen. My glowing youth slipping into a pool of grey and old…
Okay I do exaggerate, a bit, okay a lot.
The tantrums are fierce and I constantly keep thinking to myself in fretful anxiety that boundaries need to be set, lines should be drawn, I am a terrible parent and she’s going to turn out like one of those pretentious snobbish kids that your mother always warned you about, that can’t even go to the corner shop alone because they have no idea how to do anything for themselves, she’s going to fall under peer pressure at the corner shop and get involved in illegal underage drinking and its all just going to spiral out of control.
Okay, so we don’t have corner shops, she will probably turn out fine as she is only two and I will one day get enough sleep to actually make it through a day without having 12 cups of coffee.
For now, I need to get my toddler exhausted so she feels the desperate urge to want to sleep.