I never seem to write about the good times with Abby anymore. Today I am overwhelmed by child induced stress. I lost my patience somewhere on Route 7 between the "I WANT {insert any item here}" and "Waaah! Waaaaaah!!!" (So if you find it
please return ASAP as it is a necessary evil to not lose my S#!& with my kids. Thanks in advance.)
So of course I want to pepper this blog with how angry I am at my kids and most especially myself.
I don't get a break not even a two day weekend away from my job. And the impact that has had on my nerves is becoming earth shatteringly clear.
I was not cut out to stay-at-home with small children (especially my own). I didn't have siblings so it is hard for me to relate to Abby's sudden interest in being the biggest hellion that there ever was. Don't get me wrong she has some pretty good manners 90% of the time. But as the months go on she has started to locate my "piss the frick out of mommy" buttons.
It all began with the most devious horrible word ever, just two little letters that when repeated enough times snaps on my "I want to throttle you with your own arms" button: "NO!" I especially dislike it when it is paired with "Mommy".
I am bone weary tired lately. Every morning I feel like I wake up and get no "me" time to prepare and arm myself for the battles of the day. And whenever I get to take some "me" time it never seems like enough. The lack of sufficient sleep is most definitely to blame. And I am to blame for that, but I am stuck in a catch 22. I want to have me time which is after the kids are asleep which is about 8:30ish and so I stay up until almost 11 or later. And then I am up from anywhere in the 3:45-6:45 hours to feed Morgan and then hopefully get to crawl back in to bed for a few more hours of much needed sleep.
Today goes down in the books as a day that should have never been. It started like most mornings that I have had since Morgan was born, but somewhere along the way I got bitch slapped by the letters "N and O".
How do you get a toddler to listen to you when you say "Come here Please." and then actually
do it? I would really like to know, because today I had an EPIC FAIL when it came to getting Abby to do anything I asked or demanded of her. And our head butting tension trickled down to Morgan.
I finally won the battle of Nap Time with brute force (don't worry no duct tape was used nor did I sit on her, but both were
very tempting) and a whole lot of will power. And she cried herself to sleep (sort of). But, I don't want it to be that way. And for the most part it isn't . . . this week however I seem to have hit the Freakin Mother Load of the Terrible Twos.
Labels: NO, terrible twos
