And we're off...
Now Momma's the hero.
Headed to "baby girl's" room, I'm met by her flood of tears. Armed only with a box of tissues and many years of experience, I calmly try to explain what's (really) going on...
"Honey, do you know how sometimes mommy gets REALLY angry over something really little and you wonder why I got so mad over something so dumb? Well that's kind of what's going on with your little body right now. Is having an incorrect answer on homework really a crying event?"
More tears, full on sobbing - snotty nose, red face - the works. Now she's gasping for air.
Oh for the love of monkeys, I've really done it now. So I break the ice in a silly way (that would actually work for mom).
"Can I get you a glass of wine & box of chocolates?"
OK - break through. She's giggling. No, of course I didn't give her wine OR my chocolates. Sheesh, that's MY emergency chocolate. She's 10 - she'll have to figure that stuff out on her own!
Finally she becomes calm.
I explain to her that her little body (and mind) are going to react in ridiculous ways to the stupidest stuff. She'll be laughing one minute & then crying like the dog died the next. No, we don't have a dog, but she got the point.
She seems fine now. She cried it out for a while, but she finally emerged from the bedroom, still pissed off at dad. Poor Daddy, he's just not one of us.
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