The past few days have been experiencing what we affectionately call ‘the bounce’.
Essentially it’s the come down after a trip away. Or a change. Or anything out of the routine.
You might think that because she has held it together, coping and generally being, well, pretty good, that you have made it through with minimal issues. But then the bounce hits.
And you bounce.
The holiday would have been enough for a big bounce. We knew three weeks away was a lot and there would be some kind of adjustment period when we got home.
Then we lost the bunny (again), with the cheeky bugger disappearing for two nights, before turning up on the footpath out the front of our house. The relief was tangible, but the damage was done.
This time, the bounce has meant lots of whining and sooking. Lots of tears. Lots of arguments; shouting alternating with begging us to be quiet as the noise is making her head explode.
Risk taking behaviour has increased. She climbed up an escalator rail at a shopping centre on Tuesday, with dramatic results and ending in her being roughly pulled from the edge, while a crowd and security watched on.
Verbal skills have decreased to a point where we are communicating in baby talk. We tell her we don’t talk to three year olds, but this only induces fits of tears.
We know it will pass, we know it’s temporary, but it’s so frustrating to see these regressions. To see her slipping back again, knowing that will be ground she will have to make up, just to be back on the same platform she was a month ago.
So the bounce continues.