So I am pretty sure I am teetering on a very thin line between sane and insane.
Because of a two year old. This may or may not be the reason I haven't blogged in a few days. My sanity is entirely questionable right now.
Let me first say this: I have NO IDEA how mothers of multiples do it – or even mothers of many small children younger than 5. To these women I bow down in admiration because MY small person is making me absolutely. insane.
I am also PRETTY sure she hates me – because what other reason would there be for her to yell at me to get out of her room or to run into her playroom, slam the door and tell me to just leave her alone?
Oh yes, I cannot WAIT until she’s 13.
Now that I think of it, maybe that’s what I should start doing. I am going to close my door every time she frustrates me and tell her to just LEAVE. ME. ALONE.
Totally mature and effective parenting, no?
No?
Dang.
Also, the constant repetition. “Mommy, can I have a cookie?” “No cookie Audrey, you just had (Fill in the Blank)” “But a cookie? Can I have a cookie? I want a cookie? Is there a cookie I can have? Could you get me a cookie? I want a cookie. Please? See Momma? I’m asking nice. I want a cookie. A cookie? Yes???”
My right eyelid twitches a lot. I’m slightly worried I may be losing my mind.
I love her SO MUCH. I just have absolutely no idea what to do with her.
In all seriousness though, I feel pretty lost. I am extremely consistent, I try to deal with her as kindly as possible while still being stern and, you know, a PARENT – yet nothing seems to be working.
Help? Advice? Words of encouragement?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Because of a two year old. This may or may not be the reason I haven't blogged in a few days. My sanity is entirely questionable right now.
Let me first say this: I have NO IDEA how mothers of multiples do it – or even mothers of many small children younger than 5. To these women I bow down in admiration because MY small person is making me absolutely. insane.
I am also PRETTY sure she hates me – because what other reason would there be for her to yell at me to get out of her room or to run into her playroom, slam the door and tell me to just leave her alone?
Oh yes, I cannot WAIT until she’s 13.
Now that I think of it, maybe that’s what I should start doing. I am going to close my door every time she frustrates me and tell her to just LEAVE. ME. ALONE.
Totally mature and effective parenting, no?
No?
Dang.
Also, the constant repetition. “Mommy, can I have a cookie?” “No cookie Audrey, you just had (Fill in the Blank)” “But a cookie? Can I have a cookie? I want a cookie? Is there a cookie I can have? Could you get me a cookie? I want a cookie. Please? See Momma? I’m asking nice. I want a cookie. A cookie? Yes???”
My right eyelid twitches a lot. I’m slightly worried I may be losing my mind.
I love her SO MUCH. I just have absolutely no idea what to do with her.
In all seriousness though, I feel pretty lost. I am extremely consistent, I try to deal with her as kindly as possible while still being stern and, you know, a PARENT – yet nothing seems to be working.
Help? Advice? Words of encouragement?
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
P.S. I am also TOTALLY bummed because my hair WILL NOT DO what my hairdresser got it to do last Thursday so I just look like a big hot mess. I am a messy, insane woman. Hot.
You are not crazy. You are not losing your mind. The fact that you recognize what is happening is proof of your sanity. The fact is that 2 - 3 year olds, I have always maintained, are exactly like small teenagers. They want their independence but when they get it they are terrified of it. They want to make their own choices but are actually not capable of making *good* choices. These years are execellent practice for when they ARE teenagers. Trust me. I have a 3 yr old AND a 12 yr old. I know from what I speak. You are doing a great job mama. Give yourself a break. Just remember - pick you battles. And once you've picked it - you can NOT loose. Ever. They can smell fear dude. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteAlso - I'm sure you look gorgeous - there is no way Ms. Leigh has ever looked a hot mess a day in her life. And for what it's worth - I've never in my LIFE been able to get my hair to do what a hairdresser does to it. Ever.
:)
Having taught teenagers for more years than I will admit, and "team" teaching pre-K so they can get used to being in the "big" school lab, I can verify that Kathleen is right. Little ones are just small teenagers (Can we mix these? No! But we'll be careful. No, it's dangerous. We'll stand back when it explodes. No, you have already mixed things and made stinky smoke. But we haven't mixed these, yet. And you're not going to, either. But we asked permission . . .)
ReplyDeleteHang in there, you're doing great!