Some days I think we need an extrovert on call to understand what goes through Addison’s head. Today would be one of those, when a seemingly wonderful day — we watched “The Sound of Music” TWICE and she loved it! (except for her anger over “Ralph” going with the meanies when clearly, “Liesl LOVES HIM!”); she even told us she liked our new house — suddenly devolved into a heartrending meltdown.
“I can’t be in my room without my friends! I can’t live in this house. I just can’t handle it anymore! I miss my friends in California [she still doesn't believe us that we continue to live in California]. I need to see Kirsten and Audrey and Lillie and Andrew! There are not so many people here! I just can’t handle it anymore!”
All we wanted her to do was play alone in her room for 30 minutes. Oy.
Which reminds me of another even more intense meltdown back in June while we were staying with my friend Victoria. One afternoon, Victoria was planning on taking all the kids (she has two daughters) to the store, but at the last minute, we decided it was best for me and Addison to stay behind. I thought, No big deal, Addison will enjoy a walk. Little did I know the ginormous firestorm that was about to erupt out of that little 3-foot-tall frame. As she watched their car drive away, she screamed. She ran after the car. She flailed when I gathered her back up. She kicked and hit. She refused to speak to me. She ran back out into the street.
I offered her every incentive to calm down I could think of, including outright candy bribery, but she instead preferred to plant herself on the street corner, arms outstretched in the direction Victoria’s car had gone, and scream, “DON’T YEAVE US! PLEASE DON’T YEAVE US! DON’T YEAVE ME IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD!” For an ENTIRE HOUR.
How not getting to go to a store with your friends could feel that soul-crushing I may never understand (despite the fact that I’m not too far from being an ambivert). The thing that I would love to understand is whether these outbursts are largely about her being a typically nutty three-year-old or if we need to prepare ourselves for these as a permanent fixture of our people-loving, attention-seeking daughter’s life. Anyone care to hazard a guess?
As long as we’re on the subject, I got a huge kick out of this list of 15 Unmistakable, Outrageously Secret Signs You Are an Extrovert. It seemed only right after how many introvert-focused lists I’ve seen floating around lately.