Yesterday. Was. Horrible.
Absolutely horrible. From go to whoa, I couldn’t do anything right. Not according to Ashleigh, anyway.
She wanted to get out of bed. She didn’t want to get out of bed. She wanted a cuddle. She wanted a kiss. She didn’t want to be touched. She didn’t want anyone in the same room. She wanted to wear shorts. She wanted to wear pants. She wanted to wear shorts. She wanted to wear a dress. She wanted to wear a winter coat (in 23 degree heat). She wanted Weet Bix. She wanted Corn Flakes. She wanted porridge. She wanted Weet Bix with Corn Flakes and porridge on top.
That was all before 8am. I could go on, and recapture my horrible day in its entirety, but it’s already painful reliving it. And you get the point.
Yesterday, Ashleigh was indecisive, quick to cry, quick to yell, and quick to tantrum. About anything. About everything.
About things she’d asked for in the first place. Like wanting to meet Santa. Wanting to see her friend. Wanting to go to the toilet. Wanting to go to bed.
For the first time in a long time, I had to constantly remind myself that she is in fact two years old.
And that Cameron would be home in five hours. Three hours. Two hours. One hour and twenty minutes. One hour and ten minutes. Has it only been ten minutes since I last checked? Really?!
And that I should be glad she isn’t normally like that.
Some days you enjoy; some days you endure. And some of the days you endure end with a little extra kick in the guts. It’s hard not to take it personally when your tantrumming toddler terror turns into an angle cutie pie the minute her father walks through the door.
But you don’t. You carry on. You remind yourself that she is in fact two years old. And hope that you get a better day the next day.
Which is true so far.
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When did you last endure rather than enjoy a day?
YOu can NOT tell me that cute little girl with the reindeer antlers on could EVER give you a bad day!
I don’t believe it.
I don’t have your patience. When I sit for my son and his toddlers are having an off day I out-cranky them….it works for me.
Yep, we have these moments all the time. At our place it’s rarely whole days but parts of every day that are like this. Distraction is my only tool. Or going outside.
Some days are just like that and call for wine o’clock to be brought forward! She is a cutey though!
So well said lovely. Some days are just like that aren’t they. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses. Here’s to tomorrow being a brand new day
#teamIBOT
She is so CUTE!
I often have to remind my husband that our kids are only 2 or 4 or 9 months. But we forget so easily. My day today COULD have been like that, my kids were TERRIBLE. We even put them to bed an hour early, just to save our sanity. But I handled it ok, I think because I know tomorrow I will be at work and I’ll miss them 🙁
I hope tomorrow is better x
We have a big tantrumming 2 year old, so I understand you pain. Some days are just write off’s.
I think we all have these days. It’s like they wake up with the mindset ‘today is a good day to die….’ 😉
I know that feeling of clock watching. I used to do it at work but now I do it on those terrible days when I just can’t wait for Daddy to get home or get up!
Hey mine are 18 and 16 and we still have days like that!!! LOL
Ohhh I endure lots!
Enjoy the days while they are young, or take them as a learning curve for when they get older..
Merry Christmas! I hope the days following were better xxx
Thanks for your comments, everyone. While I wouldn’t normally wish bad days like this on anyone else, it’s nice to know it’s not just me and mine! x