I think it’s safe to say that we have officially, and quite ceremoniously, entered into the terrible two’s. Because OMGTHETHINGSTHATSETHEROFF.
Yesterday, it was because Mama didn’t want to have a lap-squatter at dinner time. Or to have to hold a growing (and getting heavier by the minute) toddler all day long. Another one began because The Babe was angry that I wanted to change her (poopy) diaper.
Today, it was all about my hair and glasses.
Let me repeat that.
And my glasses.
The Babe was beside herself that I had my hair up in a ponytail and kept shouting MAMA HAIR DOWN ad nauseam for just shy of 2 hours. Once she finally calmed herself down, I made the mistake of putting my glasses back on. That brought on another round of screaming and hysterics.
I don’t even want to tell you what happened when Mama had her hair up and her glasses on. Because that’s the stuff of long-term therapy right there.
And if that wasn’t enough, The Babe refused her nap again today. This isn’t the first time we’ve struggled with sleep (see here, here, and here). And it certainly didn’t do us any favors in the tantrums from hell department, either.
It got to the point today where I actually began reading the sleep books My Mama sent me because I am officially over bedtime tantrums, middle of the night tantrums, and morning tantrums when I tell The Babe I need some space after being touched all night long.
I’m proud of myself for how I’ve been dealing with it — even with the tears and discomfort yesterday.
I allowed The Husband to step in and take over when I couldn’t keep steady. I gave myself breaks from the screaming. And I was able to quickly move through my own anger and frustration, allowing me to have a reasonably fun evening with The Babe in the end.
Tonight, I will be researching sticker charts and reading more about helping kids build better sleep associations.
I lead a seriously glamorous life, I know.