Head Colds and Temper Tantrums

What I thought would just be a 24 hour bug has turned into a nasty head cold that won't let go. I am getting a bit of my voice back so that is good news. The kids only think I'm sick if I look sick, so today I may not "get ready" for the day and just stay in bed. They can bring me their books and we'll have a school day from the bedroom. Otherwise, if I get up and start going for the day I will just get myself run down and this bug may never let go.

On the other hand, I've read that if it is just a head cold the best thing to do is get up and keep going about the day and you'll feel better than if you just stayed in bed. Hmmm..., what to do....

My sweet, little Nobby is reaching the beginnings of her terrible twos and she is just 18 months! Her temper tantrums are generally over things she would like to have but can't, like dry erase markers, ipods, cell phones, pastel chalks, etc... I do let her handle them with some supervision, but she just doesn't know how to respect these items yet. It all began on Friday when she ventured from drawing with the much coveted magenta dry erase marker on her lap board to trying to draw on the couch and me. I did the most awful thing imaginable and took it away from her. Her temper tantrum was classic but surprised all of us because she has been such a sweet natured child up until that moment. Her tantrum lasted for about an hour. It drained most of us as "hostility is a psychic boomerang." Fortunately DH relieved me around dinner time and I was able to leave for the quiet peace of adoration before the Blessed Sacrament.

I don't know why the tantrum surprised me because my girls have all been pretty good at throwing tantrums of this kind. It has something to do with not getting one's way. But I keep looking at her like a miniature adult and wonder if she feels, in her desire to handle grown up objects, that she is grown up herself and is just understood - as she isn't able to make herself understood - and thereby she breaks down in the only way she can make herself heard, yet still misunderstood. Poor dear. Actually, I understand perfectly! :-)