Thought Process

I fully admit to being a bit off my Super Mom game today. I'm suffering from a raging ear infection and have been battling some major vertigo today. I also fully admit to putting Finding Nemo in for Sophia just to catch a break and looking forward to my workout class because I just needed a break (although in hindsight, considering how dizzy I am its probably a good thing I missed it). It was probably that which led to the major meltdown of the afternoon. Not the movie, more that I'm sure Sophia was feeling a bit neglected this afternoon and needed to make up for that lost attention and did so in the most inconvenient way. At precisely 4:50 p.m., right when she should have been having a snack and I should have been getting ready for the gym, she seriously lost her mind. She was absolutely inconsolable. I went through everything I could think of that was the problem, but nothing worked. She wasn't thirsty, dirty, wet. I cycled her legs and rubbed her tummy and changed her diaper just in case since we are fighting, yet another, diaper rash. But to no avail and by now she is in full blown tantrum blow out. Flailing arms and thrashing legs and arched back tantrum craziness. I was at my wits end. Then I decided to put her in the tub. Makes sense right? I can barely hold onto her dry and clothed, but I'm going to go ahead and get her good and soapy slippery because THAT will make it easier right? I mean, what is the thought process that goes on in a mothers mind that would have her stick her possessed toddler in the tub? Well, I figured showers wake people up in the morning right? You stick drunks in the shower to sober them up right? So, since I needed her to snap out of it and breathe for a second, it made perfect sense. And ya know what? It worked.