I want to talk about how much fun we've had on our last two bowling outings…
|Bowling: possibly the best indoor/rainy day/too hot to play outside activity for toddlers, no joke. And, it's cheap!|
But, I don't want to pretend that things haven't been difficult. Because, dammit, things have been downright hard.
I get it, toddlers have more mood swings than any woman during Shark Week. But, shoot. This last week has been one for the books.
With a few exceptions (see bowling photos above), there have been several meltdowns (both on Marcus' and my part), tears from all parities involved, and more than one occasion where I threw in the white flag and simply gave in to a two-year olds demands, because I just.couldn't. keep.going. My calm voice of reasoning basically said, "See ya!" And then I handed over three dozen cookies to stop the madness. Because we all know copious amounts of sugar is a solid decision regarding toddlers.
And that was just Tuesday.
The rest of the past week has been much the same.
After a phone call with my mom explaining Marcus' behaviors she asked me, "So, tantrums?" Yes, tantrums. I'm not unfamiliar with occasional outburst and crazy toddler-ness, but this? Lately?
Ho. Ly. Chit.
Some one please pass me the biggest bottle of wine. Or a Lunesta so we can both just sleep through the rest of this phase.
Yesterday I thought we hit a turning point. My little monster slept till 7:30 (and then the angels burst into the Hallelujah Chorus). We had a merry little morning of baking and eating cookies for breakfast, and we had an afternoon play date to round things off.
I keep reminding myself this too will pass. It has too. Seriously. IT HAS TO, or I will absolutely, without a doubt, lose my freaking mind. I do not want to head into next week, and all the gloriousness of Christmas, with a child who simply wants to cry, scream, and beat his fists on the couch because I handed over a half full sippy cup instead of a totally full sippy cup.
I'm praying that one of these mornings my sweet yet stubborn, loving little boy will wake up and hang out with me like we used to.
Now, about that wine…