Back to work and back to nursery today. Getting up at just past 7, rather than the more leisurely almost-nine we’ve been doing recently, did no good to Ingrid’s mood. And trying to get her dressed when picking her up from nursery led to the same kind of screaming kicking aggression as before Christmas. Took me 15 minutes to get her dressed, and it ended with me holding her down and forcing her into her snowsuit and boots, while she was kicking, howling, squirming, and trying to tear them off again. Had it not been –15°C outside, I would have let her go without any clothes, but with these temperatures I didn’t dare take the chance. Perhaps I should have.

Since I haven’t seen anything of the kind during the holidays, I had thought it had passed, but apparently not.

Clearly there is something in our daily routine that sparks these tantrums, that we didn’t encounter during the holidays. And equally clearly I need to take some sort of measure to try and avoid this in the future. My first guess is tiredness combined with low blood sugar, so I will be arming myself with a banana tomorrow afternoon.