Another for my Dirty Laundry book.

Supplies:
patterned paper - DMD
vellum - The Paper Co
stones - Architexture line from EK Success
tag - Scrap-ease
letter blocks - alphadotz by Scrapworks
eyelet stickers - Class A Peels by Stampendous
dots - Stickopotamus
face rubon - Lara's Crafts
pen - Slickwriter by American Crafts
brads - Karen Foster (thumbtack brads and Brad-itudes)
fonts - Lettering Delights (JDA Good Ol' Days - used for title), and from unknown source Ravie and Poor Richard (probably MS standard, used in journaling)

Journaling:
Boy, can we throw some tantrums! What do you want to go with that “melt down?” It’s not attractive, and it’s not mature – but boy, when you are mad, frustrated, or upset, it sure does feel like the only options are to explode or to let it loose! Luckily most of us have the same dry, sarcastic sense of humor, which often lightens the mood and settles everyone down (eventually). But usually first there are tears, wailing, throwing of one’s body across the floor, and any other number of theatrics that can best be described as a full blow temper-tantrum. These are some of the most common melt downs experienced by family members over the years; most of the time the voice of reason is that person’s mother, except when it’s the mother having the melt down. Then there is no voice of reason, and it’s going to be a long day. Or week. Or month.

Temper Tantrum/Voice of Reason

She touched me!/She’s sitting next to you.

She’s repeating everything I said!/You are a fascinating speaker.

You cut my hair too short!/I cut your hair exactly the length that you marked in chalk on your back.

I lost my keys!/You left your keys on the counter.

Someone stole my purse!/Your purse is buried underneath the mound of clothes you refuse to pick up off the floor.

Someone stole my pants!/You’re wearing your pants.

It’s your fault that I dropped and broke this plate!/You’re clumsy, try being more careful next time.

It’s your fault that I burned myself in the oven cooking dinner! I’m never cooking for you again!/The oven is hot. Sometimes you burn yourself while cooking. I promise I didn’t pray to the oven-gods to burn your hand.

It’s not fair – everyone else’s mom lets them do it!/Everyone else’s mom doesn’t take them to Disney World on vacation every four years – maybe those kids would like to trade.

You’re laughing at me!/You look/sound/are acting ridiculous.

She’s breathing!/She’s alive. Halleluiah, it’s a miracle.