I forget exactly where I first heard the term “hangry.” I think it was twinstuff.com (great site with wonderful forums, by the way). Regardless, when I first heard the term, I thought it fit V perfectly. Perhaps it is due to how little she eats at any given time but when she gets hungry it is a lot more difficult to interact with her.
A few weekends ago we were at my in-laws’ house for Mothers Day and in the chaos, I forgot to make sure V got an afternoon snack (she’d been too busy running around to eat lunch). So by the time we needed to leave for church, it seemed like all hell broke loose. I was trying to get clean training pants on her and she threw the absolute worst tantrum I have ever seen from her. She was literally flailing on the floor. It took both C and me to wrestle her into training pants. It was bad – very, very bad.
We finally got to church and the fact that she’d barely eaten that day dawned on me. Luckily, I never go anywhere without Cheerios, crackers, or something in my diaper bag. I fished around in the abyss and finally came up with yogurt-covered raisins. After 3 or 4 handfuls, it was like a completely different child was sitting beside me on the church pew. V was less whiny and more cooperative.
Whenever the hangry starts rearing its ugly head, I just have to remember to try some food before getting too frustrated with V (or even L or S). Heck, I can even get hangry sometimes, especially when I’m breastfeeding. Who says chocolate can’t fix anything?