I get that she was trying to express some very serious emotions about the situation - most of which I probably do not understand, but I have to say....I was a little inspired.
Archy G and I have been discussing the effectiveness of such behavior and wondering if it would work in real adult life. What happens if I lay on the floor and kick my feet when my work deadlines are moved from tomorrow to yesterday, yet again? Will my schedule stop being overbooked if I take off my pants and scream "I WANNA GO OUTSIDE" when I have to cancel my field projects and sit at the computer for the rest of the week?
I am sure there are some more mature options available to me...I'm just sayin. I might get my way.
In the meantime, Archy G and I are working double time to save our sanity. Because let's be realistic...if I am admiring the tantrum style of a 2 1/2 year old, things are getting bleak.
Our road to sanity maps out a little like this:
1. Take a left at Three and end up Four, where you can celebrate with lots and lots of purple.
|Purple vans, purple bathing suit, and Twilight Sparkle, oh my!|
|Sometimes the packaging is smarter than the Dad.|
|Our 3rd this year...and this was the best yet!|
|Trick candles are still only funny to me.|
|Utensils are just an accessory. So are manners, but hey, it was a sugar filled day.|
5. Arrive at Death Valley, where friends on bikes are waiting for supplies...and another bike.
9. Resume adventure.
I am not sure if this route will help us get back to sanity....but a little tantrum (with pants on) did help me get out here today:
Granted, I was teaching 16 people how to be archaeologists for a day.
Wait. I demanded to go outside...and worked harder?
Tantrum not averted.
The journey continues...
Whatever happened to Spring Break? Summer Vacation?