I wish you could just tell me exactly what is wrong. Are you really this upset because I took your shoes off? The shoes that are still slightly damp from the park yesterday and that have little specks of sand clinging to them. The shoes that would be horribly uncomfortable to sleep in. The shoes that I took off of you while you were sleeping, or so I thought, in the stroller so that I could carry you upstairs and put you in your bed for your nap.
Really? All this because of your shoes?
It must be your shoes because that is the only word I recognized in between all your crying and yelling. Could you just stop all of that and say to me look mom, I really want to wear those shoes. I am tired and I was comfortable wearing them and I want them back. Instead you scream shoes! at me while tears stream down your face.
Maybe I should have just given you the shoes. Let you bring the sand into your bed. I thought you wouldn't be able to sleep with them on. But then you weren't really sleeping anyway.
I'm sorry that you cried so much. That you became so upset that you couldn't fall asleep. That nothing I did comforted you. I'm sorry that I kept having to leave the room, but the sounds you were making and my own frustrations sometimes made it necessary for me to walk away. I am not used to this, these tantrums that have suddenly started and are appearing with greater frequency. This never happened with your sister. She always had the words to say what she wanted. Sometimes I wish you did too.
I am glad that you finally fell asleep in your sister's bed. Let's try again tomorrow shall we. And this time I will let you wear your shoes.