There are some days that make you want to pop open a bottle of wine, eat all of the chocolate within a 10 mile radius, and hoard every last Joe Joe they’ve ever made.
This was totally one of those days.
(And yes, I do know why I have a really hard time cutting out sugar from my life. Thank goodness we didn’t have any of the aforementioned in the house. But I digress.)
The Babe had a hard time getting OUT of the car when we got home from Gymboree. Which led to a 20 minute screaming and whining fest that ended only when she saw The Cat. Then came nap time, which brought on another 20 minute bout of hysterics and screams for MAMA UP PLEASE.
Her nap lasted not long enough and ended with more screams.
Those screams began and ended with CUDDLE CHAIR and her falling asleep on me for an hour. That seemed to make it all better, but only until it was time for bed. Because GOD FORBID Mama walked past her door while getting a diaper change.
The Husband tried to keep her distracted but ended up getting hit and told to WALK AWAY. So we both did. But that only made her more hysterical. Once she finally calmed down, Mama made the mistake of not putting on the right pajamas, which led to more feelings and even more hitting and screaming. It also led to some hair pulling (mine), frustration (mine and The Husband’s), and exasperation. We finally had some semblance of the bedtime routine until it was time to lay down. That brought on a phantom poopy diaper and a handful of requests for Tylenol.
I’m placing bets on whether she gets up in the middle of the night, and as to how easily it will be to get her back to down to sleep (if that’s even possible) or whether she’ll end up sleeping on me. Again.
This phase has me questioning a lot of things.
It has me question my own emotions and how I express them, particularly in front of her. It has me question how I redirect her and manage the way she has been expressing her emotions. And it makes me think about how scary those things must be for her, as she is learning how to navigate it all.
It’s also left me feeling pretty helpless and extremely exhausted.
And while I know that I’m not alone in the struggle, I truly don’t know how children make it past Toddlerhood with the shenanigans they pull during this phase of life.
Just trying to stay curious without beating myself up for the irony that has been commingling with my words as of late.
Key word here: trying.