He screamed all day. He screamed because he wanted something. He screamed because I gave him what he asked for. He screamed because he didn't like his lunch, he didn't want to take a nap, he didn't want to wake up from his nap. He didn't want to play with toys, or read a book, or play in the basement with his brothers. He just screamed.
He kicked and flailed and smacked my face a few times. He told me his list of people that he wanted to hit.
"I want to hit Mommy. I want to hit Daddy. I want to hit...." (Yeah, he's two.)
He screamed some more. I cried. I turned the TV on in desperation an hour before my hubby was supposed to be home and he calmed long enough for me to calm myself. All in all he spent a good 3+ hours of the day just screaming in my arms.
Then Daddy came home and he flipped the happiness switch on. He was happy to see Daddy! Everything was great! Dinner was great! Playing was great! Toys were great! He laughed and made funny faces and entertained everyone!
I hate attachment disorders.