Is it bad to occasionally tell your child you don’t like them?
It’s always backed up by I love you, of course.

But lately, things have been a bit….frustrating, to say the least.

Hysterical screaming and tears are a regular occurrence in our house at the moment.
You might also know them as toddler tantrums.
Crazy meltdowns over silly things like food, clothes, daddy doing something that mummy should have or even being looked at the wrong way.

There’s no real reason for it, well one that makes sense anyway.

We can go from some semblance of a “normal” household one minute to utter chaos the next.

I’m sure our neighbours must think we’re trying to force Miss Izzie into treacherous situations of impending doom the way she carries on about eating dinner some nights.

Eat something good for her?? Surely that’s worth some backchat, arm crossing and eye rolling before unleashing a string of incoherent babble translated as “no I won’t do that mummy”?

And it should be more like “hell hath no fury like a toddler scorned”, particularly one not given the desired answer they’re looking for! They want it all and right now, but all hell breaks loose when it doesn’t happen. We’ve had a fair bit of that lately too.

I swear I’m living in a bit of a mad house, or maybe it’s just me that is going a bit mad.

I’m still trying to work out what the hell has happened to my “good” child, haha! Yes she’s the perfect “Angel”, to everyone else! I’m not stupid, I’ve been told by many parents (including my own, thanks mum and dad) that toddlers can just be like that. It’s all part of the process of growing up.

Where can I sign out and just come back for the good stuff?!

My favourite line I like to use to describe our household is “never a dull moment”.
Between Miss Izzie’s toddler tantrums, crazy fun times and of course cheekiness and then Miss Phoebe’s teething and frustration at trying to work out how to move around, mummy is going a bit bat shit crazy.

Don’t even get me started on daddy! He likes to remind me how he’s the one currently stuck in a house full of (unhappy) women! I can already picture him rolling his eyes….

One day I’ll look back on all of this and laugh, well at least I hope so. My mum is forever reminding me that it is all a small part of our lives and it will be over in the blink of an eye.

Parenting certainly is a massive guessing game and a role that keeps you on your toes. You have to take the good with the bad. There’s lots of rewarding moments too, otherwise why would we keep having kids??!

But that’s probably a story for another day….

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