I Want to Talk About the Fun…

I almost don't want to hit the publish button on this, but I kind of have to. Maybe if I do it will take some of the… Tough… And wash it away. At least I can hope.

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!
Bowling really was so much fun.

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.
Then it was like the good mood just decided to up and jump off a cliff. WHY?!

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…


  1. I just want to hug you. Every mom that reads this can completely relate and if she says otherwise she is lying. It will pass, it is a phase. Stay strong mama *fist bump*. Another reason why I run.... sometimes it helps me feel like I am running away ;) baha ha!

  2. just sending you hugs! You know we are right there with you! Yay for sleep and fun baking and a better day yesterday. You should've kept those cookies for you hahaha! Now that wine it's always drinking time somewhere when you have a toddler! Lots and Lots of hugs and warm thoughts Christmas brings some calm!

  3. Hang in there, mama! You are amazing to do this day in and day out! Glad you've had some wonderful moments sprinkled among the tantrums. Let's just say we sent Henry to his room to "reset" three times in the hour before we left for work this morning. Sigh. Drink some wine!

  4. So, so ironic. A co-worker and I were JUST chatting a few minutes ago about how the whole "terrible two's" concept is kind of bullshit. It's when you round the corner heading into year three that things start to get more challenging. Suddenly everything (EVERY. THING.) seems to be a battle. To top it off, Emma is refusing to take naps at daycare... which really just effs everything up. Pass that bottle of wine this way, please.

  5. Kids be cray! ;) But it'll pass. Maybe into a different type of crazy, but in my experience, it'll get better eventually.

  6. I feel your pain! My adorable, sassy little girl that turns two tomorrow is getting quite good at throwing fits herself. Just this morning she threw a fit because I did not allow her to take 2 random shoes to daycare. :/

  7. So I've came to the conclusion that each and every day I'm a different parent than I was the day before. Connor doesn't have a phase as much as Monday could be a good day, while Tuesday was horrible and Wednesday was filled with a dash of asshole and a pinch of cuteness and then you wake up with his feet in your face and you think, what's today going to bring? because you just don't know. But at the same time, every challenge and battle because it's a battle some days, is bringing you two closer. You are learning about yourself as a parent/person and you are seeing Marcus discover the world and the ups and downs that come with it. It's sometimes a rocky rocky ride but really, it's totally worth it. Shit storms and all.

  8. lol lunesta, maybe in your stocking! But, oh man do we get you. We all get you. We understand. Sometimes giving in is the only thing you can do because you are about to lose your mind. With Aria's no nap trial run, which definitely went down in flames, I lost my temper over and over. It sucked. sigh. But, it will pass. Probably faster than you'll even want.

  9. This looks like such a fun day. I love bowling so much, and I have been wanting to make cookies for weeks now! I just don't have an oven in my apartment here in Indonesia lol.
    Melanie @ meandmr.com

  10. I am right there with you! I have shed tears of frustration this week as well. All I can say is hang in there, and let's hope Santa leaves a huge bottle of wine for you.

  11. Oh girl, I can so relate. Toddlers have more mood swings than a woman at that time of the month. I don't know what it is but the littlest things can set them off. I swear Mason wants his milk SO bad and then throws a complete tantrum when I hand it to him. I say "ok fine" and leave it for him, he picks it up, and drinks it with a smile on his face. Seriously, kid, seriously?
    Sending you big HUGS and best wishes for a better next week!
    Oh, and a stocking filled with lunesta and wine... so you have choices :)

  12. Oh bummer, 2's. :( I can't believe I'm going to say this but I actually forget the horror of it all! This means there is light at the end of your tunnel, dearheart. Yes it is HARD, FRUSTRATING, and makes you cry *almost* as much as Marcus does, but this phase does end, sooner than you realize. All of a sudden one day you wake up and it dawns on you that he hasn't thrown a tantrum in days! You rejoice, then he throws one again. But just the one, and you go days w/o another one again. I promise! I thought the incessant whining would never go away but I literally, just a few weeks ago, said to Andy "Hey, they aren't whining anymore! When was the last time they whined??" Awww, pure heaven! Hang in there, tough one, you'll make it through. Now go grab that glass of wine!