I’ve always heard tales of the Terrible Twos, and over the past year, I thought we were pulling through them with only a few minor bumps in the road. But this week, during Jonah Bug’s final week as a two-year-old, I learned that I was sorely mistaken. Now I’m in the Terrible Twos. What I had before was cake compared to this!
It’s either that or despite all my efforts, I’m raising a little man who is… [cringe] spoiled.
I’ve decided to go with the former scenario because I know Ryan and I are good parents and we’d never raise a kid who was spoiled. It’s also reassuring to think of this as a phase rather than a description of his personality. But let me tell you what this “phase” has been like lately.
|Upset because he doesn’t want his ornament on the tree anymore|
Jonah Bug is so determined to have things his way nowadays that he will scream louder than I thought possible if he doesn’t get it. Not cry – scream. And he won’t stop either, even if you decide to play the “your-crying-doesn’t-bother-me-so-I’ll-ignore-you game.” Through the screams, wails, and kicking I found a moment in my mind where I was able to squeeze in a thought: oh crap, the neighbors might call Child Protective Services. His screaming is just so melodramatic. And loud.
Meltdowns can be triggered by anything: the cup I poured his milk in, Daddy helping him down the stairs instead of Mommy, bed time, bath time. The list goes on.
I’m exhausted. And even though I know my neighbors are probably just as tired of his tantrums as I am, I’m comforted by the fact that my little man is just growing up. He’ll be three next week, then eventually ten, a teenager, and an adult. I’ll squeeze him to pieces tonight because he’s still my little toddler – going through his Terrible Twos during his final days as a two-year-old.
But really, all sentiment aside, how the heck do you pull through this without losing your mind?? If you have any tips, please – pass them my way.