It’s 8:37pm and the kids are now in bed. It’s been one of those kinds of evenings. You know, the kind where your highly skilled little button pusher(s) has been practicing, and perfecting, her art.
After the screaming and wailing for the previous hour – or more – is over, the silence is much more profound than it usually is at this time of night.
With a shaking hand, I pour a generous portion of Wiser’s over ice, with a less generous portion of Pepsi, filling the cup.
Headache, high blood pressure, the shakes, twitching, an overwhelming desire to burn the laundry pile… all classic symptoms of the parental version of PTSD – Post Tantrum Stress Disorder.
Treatable with soothing beverages and an evening binge watching Netflix. Until the next episode of tantrums erupts.