monday RANT
i hate 2 years old… the age. 2.
not my kid who is 2 and some change. i don’t hate him… i hate his current age.
and yes, when i say “hate,” i mean HATE. LOATHE. DISTAIN.
i hear that 3 is worse than 2… 4 is worse than 3… 5 is worse than 4, etc.
so ultimately, you people are telling me i’m screwed.
super.
thanks.
starting to think i made the wrong decision in having my IUD removed.
there are bruises on my body from where my son pummels into me as though he’s a friggin running back for the NFL. there are scratches from where he’s broken my skin while clawing at my face because he doesn’t want to go down for a nap. my iphone is THIS CLOSE to being entirely busted and the screen of my macbook has more footprints on it than i can count. there are pinch marks, slaps and the very rare teeth mark on my arms from when he chooses to bite me because i have not given him fruit snacks for breakfast…
or a popsicle.
FOR BREAKFAST.
today, i want to give up.
there, i said it.
i’ve done the dishes, taken care of jackson, read to jackson, played with jackson, fed him breakfast and lunch, changed however many diapers (i really need to get on the potty-training train b/c we go thru too many damn diapers), swiffered up an amount of dog hair that makes me gag, run errands b/c jackson was driving me crazy and i figured the next best thing would be to literally drive in the hopes of calming down his crazy… and i’ve done 2 loads of laundry.
it’s 1:13 pm.
my nemesis is currently down for a nap but has been sleeping for MAYBE an hour + which is NOT typical for him and i’m selfish ya’ll.
I NEED THOSE 2 HOURS.
i need them so that i can endure the remainder of the day… the whining, the pouting, the unsatisfactory groans he spews my way when i think he’s asking for one toy when he really wants something entirely different… the fighting to get him to eat SOMETHING that perhaps contains a bit of protein.
when i began today, my mantra was “just make it to wednesday…”
because wednesday i road trip it to NYC with some blog friends to meet up with another blog friend to go to a taping of the daily show with jon stewart.
and yeah, i’m stoked about the trip, which is why my mantra this morning was, “just make it to wednesday…”
but i gotta be honest, right now, my mantra is “just make it til daddy comes home from work.”
and as sick and twisted as it sounds, i have caught myself at times today, with a sly, devilish grin on my face when i think of what paul’s day will be like on wednesday.
jackson… JACKSON for the day… the WHOLE day… morning til whenever i get back… just him and the maniac magoo and laundry and tantrums and dog hair and dishes and dinner on the table when i return…
IF i return.
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bring on the RANTS. give me your best bitching & let’s bond over this bullshit.
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Yea, Elsa is 2 and some change as well and everything you said is EXACTLY what I go thru every day…..only add a 3 month old screaming her head off, breastfeeding and shitting herself. I need a vacation in a nice padded room.
.-= MamaBennie´s last blog ..The Potty =-.
oh sweetie. i can relate. and 3 IS worse than 2. at least for us it was. i think part of this is also cause he’s a boy? maybe? i dunno. i have girls and neither of them has ever pummled me or destroyed property! but my nephew has. and so has the little cousins that are boys. remember what i said earlier? bottoms up babe. It’s all we can do. good luck. xo
.-= Becky´s last blog ..Father’s Day =-.
I’m not even at home every day with my 3 year old and my patience is worn thin sometimes.
thank you for being mah dude commenter. i so have a blog crush on you.
Hugs.
And more hugs.
It’s so shitty, this feeling. I know it so so so well. I know the good days are there, and the bad days feel ENDLESS… and so does the guilt that comes with it.
Some things get worse. Others get so much better. But when it all sucks, it all just fucking sucks.
I feel you. In the totally non-lesbo didn’t-just-touch-your-ass way.
And Wednesday will be AWESOME.
Luff.
.-= Mandy´s last blog ..I’m a Believer. =-.
Uh, yeah…sorry, it doesn’t get better.
Really though, make popsicles out of fruit juice then when he’s screaming for a popsicle for breakfast you can just give him a (frozen) glass of juice.
In other words – pick your battles otherwise you’ll end up clawing your own face. Not that I would know that from experience or anything. Heh.
.-= PrincessJenn´s last blog ..The Victim =-.
BWAHAHA… “clawing your own face.”
i should have totally let the popsicle battle go… BUT he had a popsicle the morning before and i only give so much before i lay the smack down and endure the wrath of the magoo.
BONUS points for you and the juice suggestion. gracias!
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OH MY GOD I hate the 2s. The tantrums, the yelling, the indecisiveness, the “I don’t want to go to sleep”, the “I want to do it my way”, oh it is endless. Some days I want to give up too. Some days it is all I can do to make to til dinner time when the hubs gets home.
.-= Lisa´s last blog ..Home Sweet Home =-.
You’re going to be on Television??!!!! (Television is a proper noun in this house) Cool, make sure you let us know when the show will be on….any chance of a youtube of it on the internet?
.-= Rebecca´s last blog ..Chickens =-.
OHSWEETJEEBUS NO, I’M NOT GOING TO BE ON IT… i’m going to the taping of it. NO. media and i are not friends. LMAO!!!
My boys were at their worst when they were 3, going on 4. I absolutely hated that age. I can’t imagine being bruised and cut because of the tantrums though…I think I’d go mad.
8 is a great age…if you make it that far without killing the kid. #justsayin
.-= KymleeIsAwesome´s last blog ..Book Review: Learning to Stand =-.
I don’t see the point in whinging about something you helped create and reinforce. I’ve watched scores of nieces and nephews throw tantrums, but not once did my sisters say “oh, he just keeps hitting and scratching me” and I suspect if they did they’d know better than to expect sympathy. That’s the bed you made! The first time my nephew bite my sister she bite him back, and he looked hurt and shocked and then decided he’d rather not bite anyone anymore. She didn’t want him going to preschool thinking it’s ok to slap and bite people, so she nipped it in the bud quickly. Has the world forgotten that kids are trainable?
I know I’m opening myself up to evisceration by all the parents who either:
a) Find it despicable to hit a kid back (and I’m not talking about abuse, but enough to get attention).
b) Don’t believe in disciplining their kids.
c) Don’t think it’s even possible to discipline a 2 year old (aka they makes excuses for lazy parenting).
d) Don’t think someone childless should have an opinion about ANYTHING to do with child-rearing. But this is a post aiming for some commiseration and comment. For the record, the only opinion I’m stating here is “Don’t complain about his tantrums, you made that bed. Either change his behavior or don’t.” I’m not saying you’re a lazy parent, or asking for it, or like his behavior, and I’m not saying all kids respond to the same stimuli. But where there’s a will…
And not for nothing, but the fact that he’s going on 3 and hasn’t even started potty training…I don’t even know what to make of that. It seems every generation starts later than the last. Maybe I come from a family of hard-asses, but if you’re coherent enough for tantrums you’re coherent enough to say “wee wee” and walk your butt to the potty. Just a thought.
I could have written that exact comment before I had my daughter. Seriously. Word for word I would have said it.
Then karma came and bitch slapped me with a kid who acts out violently and all the rules, discipline, and enforcement doesn’t make an iota of difference. We even went so far as to get several child psychologists involved to find out what we were doing wrong (their answer: Nothing. This is just who she is).
So, take it from someone who knows – it’s VERY easy to sit back and make judgments based on little tidbits you read in posts. Actual parenting? Not always so easy, though we desperately wish it was.
.-= PrincessJenn´s last blog ..The Victim =-.
Princess, thank you for the measure of individuality on the “people who don’t have kids can’t say anything” bandwagon. I’m in complete agreement with you and Karen Sugarpants (“I was a better parent before I had kids too.” That is priceless wisdom.)
My little brother was the demon-child who couldn’t be taught. He was labeled ADD, ADHD, bipolar, autistic, borderline personality, “just plain bad”, and then some. I also saw my mother simply give up and just let him run roughshod over everything and everyone. She reinforced the behaviors she claimed she detested. He’s now a spoiled, lazy, entitled man-child who’s 22 going on 13 emotionally. That experience certainly colored my view.
All I can say, Tanya, is that IF you ever have kids someday…
I hope on your worst day when you need love and support and kindness the most, that someone says to you, “It’s your own fault. It’s YOUR kid.”
And that you never, EVER feel the need to “whinge” about your life.
.-= Mandy´s last blog ..I’m a Believer. =-.
I was a better parent before I had kids too.
.-= Karen Sugarpants´s last blog ..karensugarpants: New @craftastrophe When pulling a rabbit out of a hat is just not enough. http://bit.ly/dsO1AM =-.
LOL weren’t we all.
.-= Becky´s last blog ..Father’s Day =-.
FOR. THE. WIN.
Yes, what she said. LMAO
.-= Lisa´s last blog ..Home Sweet Home =-.
Wow, I am glad you think it is SOOOOOO easy, because it isn’t. My daughter does have the ability to be good, but she can be a rotten little brat too. It is just the way a 2 year old brain is….very unpredictable. Potty training is also not that easy…We started in January, brought home a new baby in March and it was a complete reversal. It is also really hard to get a 2 year old to STOP PLAYING to do their business. Fun holds precedence over any form of potty time in their mind.
.-= MamaBennie´s last blog ..The Potty =-.
On a side note, since I am in SUCH a good mood today, you should not speak of things you know nothing about EVER dear Tanya. Instead shut the blow job hole in your face AKA YOUR MOUTH and say nothing instead. Here is another wonderful idea as well, if you don’t like hearing other people “whine” about their kids or lives….STOP READING AND HIT THE X IN THE CORNER OF THE SCREEN. Thank you have a nice day. *smooches*
.-= MamaBennie´s last blog ..The Potty =-.
Ha ha ha, you are funny Tanya. You meant to be funny right?
In all seriousness like Jenn, I would have said those same things, BEFORE I had kids. God has a messed up sense of humor about giving you exactly what you think will never happen to you when it comes to kids. The truth is 2 yo boys are a handful and if a mother wants to rant on her blog so be it. No one forced you to read it.
I was the queen of “well I never” syndrome, then my first born had autism and all that shit went right out the window. As long as a kid is semi clean, fed, and not a killer, I figure it’s win.
As for the potty training, the average age for a boy is well above 2. I think she is just fine. Now go climb back up on your high horse and ride away.
The fact of the matter is that until you have your own child you really DON’T know what it’s like to be a parent. You just don’t. Like Jenn said, I had plenty of my own ideas of what I was going to do and that all went out the window because those plans involved a child acting a certain way. When your kid decides to do everything opposite of all you’ve heard/read/seen what do you do? Cry for help on your blog.
Let us know how easy parenting is for you when you have your own. Until then, shut your pie hole.
.-= Becky´s last blog ..Father’s Day =-.
Read with some measure of incredulity the comment by “T” person. Then I read the responses from the lovely ladies far more polite than I. Then I decided this needed to be said:
I am a mother of four children aged three to twenty-one. I know what I’m talking about when I say to this Tant-whatever, you, woman, are a self righteous, judgemental idiot. You wouldn’t last a day in my home nor in the homes of many of the other mothers who have commented here. You’d be runnng back to your slobber free, toy free, sticky fingers free, quiet corner of stupidity you have momentarily crawled out of to shoot of your inexperienced mouth before the 10 am episode of Dora finished. Save your advice until after you’ve popped out a couple of your own.
Thank you,
Moms Everywhere Who Are Sick Of Non Mom Advice
PS – my children are not dogs that can be trained. If they were, I would have sent them out in a pack to hunt you down and bite your ankles
Well Kikki, it seems your perceived insult has blinded your ability to reason or argue as a logical, mature adult. Otherwise you would have noted my comment contained no advice, actually not a shred, nor would you felt the need to stoop to such an elementary level of debate (by which I mean name calling). I guess I will save my advice…because I did. How could I deign to advise a woman on how to raise her children without them!
No, what I did is present my opinion, which is admittedly against the grain (at least with this audience, I posted a similar thread in another forum and most of the parents–black parents–said pretty much what I said above), in a diplomatic, non-insulting way. And that is decidedly more than one could say regarding your response.
My whole argument is that our dear writer is moaning about a situation that in some way shape or form she’s also responsible for creating…and that still stands. (Though Sarah, you are right, this post is called a rant. And since we should all be allowed to blow off some steam and reset, I withdraw my argument that she shouldn’t whinge, that was the whole point of the post).
But that still doesn’t deter me from thinking about the beds we make.
Consider an obese woman moaning about her weight, all while eating hoho’s. Is she entitled to whine? Sure. Is she entitled to continue eating hohos? Damn right. Is she entitled to post a blog about said situation? Bien sur. Now, am I entitled to say “move your ass or just shut up”? You’re damn right. And I suppose now, in turn, you’re entitled to assume I’m stupid or arrogant, or that I come from a “quiet corner of stupidity you have momentarily crawled out of.” All of which may be true by varying degrees
, however as far as logic goes, those arguments really miss the mark.
And if this, and other conversations, cannot be continued with some semblance of rhetoric or logic, and if fallacy must rule supreme, well I’ll simply bow out of the discussion.
I, too, was a fantastic parent before I had children.
In fact, my husband and I were so damn cocky in our parenting of our first son, an easy sleeper and a generally happy baby, that we went ahead and procreated again. Our finances allowed it, my health time line dictated that we better get it done soon or it wouldn’t happen and, damn, we were good parents.
A month and a half after we conceived our second son, our first son started throwing tantrums. But I was in the exhausted, all-day-sickness part of pregnancy that lasted well into the second trimester. And then I had to chase around a two year old… while on level three bed rest. And then I had to nurse on demand while potty training at the same time. AND THEN THAT YOUNGER KID WENT AHEAD AND DARED TO HAVE A TOTALLY DIFFERENT PERSONALITY THAN OUR FIRST SON.
Everything we thought we knew? Null and void. They require vastly different forms of parenting. And while we are pretty good at handling what they wing at us, they have bad days. They wake up grumpy sometimes. My older son has some sensory issues and while we work with them, he sometimes just gets plain old overwhelmed and simply melts. We know what to do with him on those days and how to help him through those moments, those hours and those days. But not only are they draining for him, they’re draining for us.
It doesn’t mean that we don’t understand how to discipline them. We do. They require different forms of discipline for their different stages, personalities and issues. It’s not that we’re lazy. Really, we’re anything but lazy.
But on those bad days where one wakes up grumpy and the other plays off his negative energy and the older on has a sensory overload day and the younger one just wants to cling to mommy but, damn it, mommy needs to pee… those days aren’t just draining for them. They’re draining for us. The parents.
And good parents don’t take it out on the children. They don’t “bite them” so they learn not to bite. They don’t yell and scream and paddle and freak the heck out. They act like the adult. They parent the best they know how. They put the child to bed. And then they rant on their blog because it’s good to know that you’re not alone in the dog days of parenting. And then they wake up the next morning with a happy smiley child’s face right next to their own sleep deprived nose, get out of bed and hope that this day is better than the last. And if it’s not? They rinse, repeat.
Parenting is hard. I have been thrown for so many loops that I can’t even begin to tell which way is up sometimes. I’ve ranted on my blog. I’ve supported others. And, yes, I’ve even lost my cool and yelled at my kids when they probably didn’t deserve it.
When I see another mom going through something I’ve been through before, I offer a kind word and a shoulder. When I see a mom going through something I haven’t yet reached, I take notes and say a little prayer for us all. When I see someone dolling out the judgment on a parent who is struggling, I laugh a bit. I know I learned my lesson. The hard way.
Hey, Tanyatopia, I feel ya, I really do. I created my ‘bed’ by having two children. They’re wonderful and awesome and terrible and annoying, and life is really hard sometimes. So I write about it, like Nic does. You can complain about my complaining, I don’t mind. But I will say, that you can call me a lazy parent, too. My children were both near or just after their third birthday when we did potty training, and I wouldn’t change that for the world. It was quick and easy, and their understanding was much better. Remember it wasn’t but 3 or 4 generations ago that boys wore dress-like clothes until the age of 7 (yes, 7!) because that was the age when they were considered fully potty trained.
Also, Nic is not saying that she is not changing her son’s behavior, she is just saying- Look, he’s two and that sucks. Yes, my children tried to scratch or bite me they got their hands smacked or some other discipline, but I would never write about that- just too much is left for question when you start documenting discipline.
“I don’t see the point in whinging about something you helped create and reinforce.”- As my mom says about me, if you didn’t complain you’d have nothing to say at all. Whinging is what I do, it’s what I write about, and doing so makes life immeasurably better. A blog is like a person you can spill all your vile thoughts on to (i.e. Some days I REALLY don’t like my own offspring) and the blog doesn’t judge you. Commentors do, of course, and no, I’m not speaking about you.
Don’t bow out of a debate, you dished it out, take it and then dish out some more. Why is everyone afraid of an argument?
Nic- I love you lots, and support you.
That is all.
.-= Amy Phillips´s last blog ..Daily Picture =-.
I understand. Being a parent to young toddlers is HARD. Hard as hell. It is really challenging on those especially difficult days to maintain a positive perspective. I should know. But as a mother to a 2-year-old and an almost 5-yr-old, I can honestly say, each age is not worse or better than the last. It’s just different and brings with it different challenges. I believe each child is different, regardless of the way you discipline them. My 4-yr-old NEVER hit anyone, bit anyone, ran away from me in public, called everyone “naughty” and purposely defied me; all issues we are currently dealing with the 2-yr-old. I feel I disciplined and raised them both the same way and they are just different.
I feel your pain, sweetie, and I can say that it DOES get better. It’s much easier when you are dealing with a child who’s brain is developed enough to understand consequences to their actions, something a 2-yr-old brain just can’t quite do yet. Hang in there, and as hard as it is sometimes, try to appreciate all the beauty and preciousness of this time because it too shall pass…
Um…wow Tanyatopia. Way to be supportive. Sheesh.
She loves her kid. Get it? LOVES HIM.
Sometimes we have days where we just need to bitch. She wasn’t asking for your judgmental crap. She was asking for commiseration. Since you admittedly DON’T have kids and DON’T know how she is feeling…well…how’s about your shut your pie hole?
.-= Jo´s last blog ..Introducing =-.
Funny enough, Tanyatopia said all the things I was thinking but was afraid to say because I didn’t want to come off as judgmental. I do however think its a cop-out to say that just because someone doesn’t have kids, they can’t be diplomatically critical or even understand the plight of a parent. Sometimes non-parents can absolutely offer objective opinions, especially if they have experience dealing with kids in general. And just like anything, you have to experiences it to know what its really like.
I think her comments were right on, but understanding how hard being a parent is, I saved my judgment and went with support and commiseration instead. I also think that sometimes loving your children means disciplining them. Children are often begging for someone to tell them how its going to be and set boundaries. My son slapped me once because I wouldn’t buy him a candy bar; I slapped him back. He never did that shit again. #justsayin
.-= KymleeIsAwesome´s last blog ..Book Review: Learning to Stand =-.
was this the “objective opinion” that you mention?
“For the record, the only opinion I’m stating here is “Don’t complain about his tantrums, you made that bed. Either change his behavior or don’t.”
or was it this… “I don’t see the point in whinging about something you helped create and reinforce.”
????
I believe that yes, children have their own personalities, but part of our jobs as parents (probably the hardest part) is to teach them that some behaviors are inappropriate. So to some extent, yes, I believe that how we respond (or not) to the behaviors we don’t like reinforces or deters the continuing of that behavior.
I’m not sure how your quotes are indications of a non-objective opinion…I obviously wasn’t brave enough to say it, but I was certainly thinking it.
.-= KymleeIsAwesome´s last blog ..Book Review: Learning to Stand =-.
they aren’t my quotes… they’re Tanyatopia’s quotes from her original comment.
Right. What I’m saying is that I don’t get how those are examples of a lack of objectivity.
.-= KymleeIsAwesome´s last blog ..Book Review: Learning to Stand =-.
she, Tanyatopia’s quotes that i mention are made with the assumption that i do not discipline my son… and that i “made that bed,” and i should “either change his behavior or don’t.”
nothing about that is objective. it’s apparent that she is not a regular reader of my blog and therefore does not know a lick about my discipline, or lack thereof, in her opinion. point being, that’s a subjective opinion as well as an uneducated one.
I see what you’re saying. The opinion is not objective because she doesn’t have all the facts. I was saying that as someone who doesn’t read your blog or know anything about you, that she was commenting as an observer. Semantics really (had to look up both words to make sure I wasn’t going crazy).
Fuck if I don’t hate being corrected.
.-= KymleeIsAwesome´s last blog ..Book Review: Learning to Stand =-.
Well I have a 3 year old and a 2 year old and a 5 month old and by far my baby is the best…my 2 year old is next and my 3 year old Sophia is a little princess who is absolutely wonderful but drives me totally completely crazy on a daily basis. She is demanding. She is a princess. She thinks picking up is boring. She thinks making messes is fun. She grins when she disobeys. She is going to be a terrible teenager and make me need real psychological help. However, she is potty trained whereas my 2 year old son smears poop on things and makes me nauseuos some days with his nastiness. He also leaves me bruised and scratched from his football like style of fun. I swear to you if 4 is not better than 2 or 3 I may wonder why I ever stopped birth control in the first place.
But I know – it’s because they love me even though I suck sometimes. They tell me they love me and wrap their chubby arms around me and I almost forget that their nasty dirty food and booger covered hands are touching me. That’s motherhood eh?
.-= Brittany at Mommy Words´s last blog ..Kiokko Bebe Couture {Review & Giveaway} =-.
You know what sucks? I made it through two with twin boys and they were wonderful. It was like turning three was their flip switch. It’s been tantrums, screaming, slapping, kicking, spitting (WTH?), and just general assholery. I could have bragged about six months ago about being able to take mine to the movie theater and out to eat and not having a single problem but all of sudden it’s like the devil in them woke up and now they’re being little pains in my ass. They never hit or any of that until recently. I don’t know what happened. It’s been like a slap in the face to me because I really thought I had the most well-behaved kids in a 1200 mile radius. I’ve decided that three sucks and four probably isn’t going to be much better until we can get this whole communication thing down. As soon as they get better at telling me what’s wrong. That’s what I keep telling myself. When they can just tell me what the hell is wrong and I can attempt to fix it, it might get better. *repeats like a new mantra*
.-= Forgotten´s last blog ..What Motherhood has Taught Me – Second Edition =-.
Three was also difficult for us with our oldest son. It does get better. The shennanigans change a little bit but they’re slightly more tolerable and easier to handle. BB mostly tries to argue his point … over and over … forever and ever. Amen. Annoying and time-wasting at times but much more tolerable.
I wish you the best. Our youngest will be turning three soon and I’m inwardly cringing. And praying. And stocking up on wine. I kid. Kind of.
here i am reading these comments and “wee wee”ing my pants because i cannot stop laughing. apparently i need to borrow one of jackson’s diapers until i can get this under control.
i have the greatest readers and commenters… but you’re not helping me to potty train myself.
Nic,
As a mom who survived the 2′s with three boys, I feel your pain. Literally feel the physical pain. They are rough and active. I will say first, it DOES get easier. Much. For all of mine 3 was better than 2, and 4 was better then 3. Also preschool comes at 3 or 4 and that means you get a BREAK!
I agree with Jen pick your battles. Juice Popsicles are genius, maybe real dried fruit instead of fruit snacks and hell some days, a bag of fruit snacks isnt going to kill anyone. As for the hitting, pinching, ect. Boys don’t always respond to time outs and verbal punishments. I LOATHED anyone who spanked before I had boys. Now I think it has to happen sometimes. Mine are 5,7,9 now and they are no picnic, but it is easier.
.-= Jenni Williams´s last blog ..Happy Father’s Day =-.
bring on the mommy bitching. better to bitch and get it out than to get frustrated and do something else!
and tanya, on potty training…wow, just wow. if all it took was the ability to speak the words and walk, parents wouldn’t need to “train.” there wouldn’t even be a need for the term. just saying…
.-= Kimberly´s last blog ..little man =-.
I have both a 2 year old boy and a 3 year old boy and you know what – I am tired. I don’t remember my daughter (who is 6) being this difficut. I do know that I think 3 is harder than 2 and Tanya I understand what you mean, but Nic titled this a rant. Sometimes you just have to get it all of your chest so that you can take a deep breath and keep going without losing it and screaming. Every kid is different. My 6 year old is my deep thinker who butts heads with me because we are just a little too much alike. My 3 year old is my highly sensitive one and is noisy. My 2 year old is stubborn and naughty. I love all of them the same and they all drive me crazy in one way or another. Sometimes all at the same time. I get complimented on my children’s behavior all the time. Most of the time, I can’t see what people are complimenting me on because I tend to get stuck on what they aren’t doing. They aren’t sitting still or aren’t be quiet enough. I was a lot stricter when I just had one child versus now when I have three (and usually a couple of extras that seem to tag along). I expect my children to behave. I tell them the rules and enforce them. There are consequences when they don’t. But you know what? I can’t make them choose to behave. They have to learn to do that themselves. The same as Nic can put her son on the pot, but she can’t “make” him pee in it. But that’s just my opinion.
when i had toddlers i felt more unlike myself than any other time in my life. i was outgoing and spontaneous, and busy all the time before i had kids. other than my husband nobody needed to depend on me for things. then came those babies and slowly my time was no longer my own. i had church friends and neighbors and other people i would do stuff with, but my time was dictated by those kids. oh we weren’t the scheduled type where we wouldn’t do something if it interfered with naptime. we just paid for it later. BUT because at one point i had 4 kids under age 6 i had no choice other than to do what they wanted and be what they needed. at the end of many days i walked out when my husband walked in just so i could stay sane. i chose that life and i wouldn’t have traded it for anything. if only i had known about blogs and if there had been a twitter back then. i see now how much writing things down helps me to process. i might not have had to leave to get some relief. i could have locked myself in my room and commiserated with all of you! now that my kids are older but still at home i have more time to myself. they understand that sometimes mom needs a break. that i come back from my little time outs in a much better frame of mind to deal with life. thankfully they get it. most days.
I potty-trained my daughter for 2 years! 2 F’IN YEARS!! that’s all I’m gonna say. I bitched, complained, cried, screamed,etc. She’s now 5 and I’m just glad the worst is over…..ha,ha,ha,…..what am I saying? It’s just begun.
Oh man, two is TOUGH. It really is. But I’ll be honest, I think three is easier!!!
.-= Michelle @ Mommy Loves Stilettos´s last blog ..♥When My Mind Races… =-.
I am TOTALLY in agreement with you on this one. I LOATHE this age. I said that before having kids and I’m sticking to it. My daughter is now 3 (as of March) and every week gets better. The tantrums are still there, but fewer and less dramatic. The words are not as whiny. She’s POTTY TRAINED FINALLY. All of it happened AFTER she turned 3. So don’t believe the people who say it’s worse. It’s not!
Hey!
Yes, 3 is worse than 2… 4 is not really worse than 3, its about the same… just different.
My triplets just turned 4 and man, there are days you just want to pull your own hair out (when they aren’t stepping on it for you).
The biting and scratching of you will stop, but then they bite and scratch and punch and kick each other. So, like I said… different.
I’ve been taking care of the 3 of them almost entirely on my own on the weekends so that my wife can do homework. So, I fell for you.
Another idea about the popsicle… give him frozen blue berries and frozen raspberries. My girls love them (my son just wants fresh fruit). But you are right for not giving the magoo a popcicle two mornings in a row. He will just want them all the time if you do.
I have a 5 year old, a 3 year old, and a 1 year old. Each is so very different and yet they come from the same parents, house, discipline, expectations, etc. I haven’t had a hard 2 year old yet so I would never dare solicit advice on how to deal. Sometimes an “I feel ya” is much more powerful than a “this is how to fix it”.
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Peachy just turned 2 and ….*sigh*…it is hard somedays. No “helpful” words of assvice here, but I will give you a *clink* of my glass and say “Cheers!” Good Luck sister, you know where to find me if you need to Rant!
Jolene
You know, when I was little I bit my mother, and she bit me back. I never bit her again… something to consider.
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And yay, it’s wednesday!
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