Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

The past few weeks here in Kansas City, we’ve seen it all. Severe thunderstorms, tornado warnings, flash flood warnings, and a blizzard… all in about two weeks’ time. Kansas is over here throwing weather ideas into a toilet bowl and picking a winner. Honestly, the weather forecasts have been a complete shit show.

And it’s still mid-March, so we’ll see what’s in store for us this summer.

The past few weeks I’ve been trying to expand my writing into new categories, or chapters. I’ve taken on daily writing prompts to warm up my brain, worked on a recipe that took way too long to go live, and tweaked a few things here and there.

Then I realized something.

I haven’t actually written a real mom blog in a while… which is why I started this blog in the first place.

None of this is really the point of today’s adventure.

Part of that is because I’ve been slightly distracted thinking I can take over some kind of blog empire by adding fictional stories, recipes, and daily writing assignments.

Saturday was a beautiful (I always have to sound that word out like Bruce Almighty) day. We went for a walk down to the neighborhood pizza restaurant and had a couple adult beverages on their patio, which was really busy. It has a cute little playground off to the side where kids were running around chasing one another.

This is more me reaching out for assistance from other moms.

My girl has been as wild as the Kansas weather lately, and I’m wondering if the weather has anything to do with her random mix of emotions, if it’s another stage of her two-berty, or if she’s really trying to test my patience and make more gray hairs pop out of my head like a chia pet.

We’ve gone buck wild.

Throwing things… because feelings.

Shouting NO at me… because more feelings.

Completely ignoring me… because feelings.

And the worst one yet…

Hitting. Because she apparently has ALL the feelings.

I understand she’s two and she’s figuring it all out, but sometimes I have to excuse myself and quietly cuss to myself for about 45 seconds… then go back and see what she destroyed in that time. And honestly, the results can surprise anyone.

So what are my mom friends doing?

How do you cope when your child turns into the enraged grocery-store kid that you swore would never act this way?

On days when it’s negative 11 wind chill, we can’t go outside to burn off energy. So I turned to Elsa and Onna to help me… which lasted about 27 minutes.

This stage is hard.

So if you’re dealing with it too, come hang out with me on this little corner of the internet I’ve taken over.

And please tell me your toddler meltdown stories so I know I’m not the only one living with a tiny emotional tornado.