Sometimes, parenting isn’t easy.
Sometimes your child will run out into the middle of a road while the other one runs in the opposite direction while yelling their head off. Said children may cause chaos and shout all through a supermarket trip or restaurant meal, throw things at each other/you and scream that they hate you because you cut their sandwich into squares and not triangles.
Sometimes people will glare at you while this happens because obviously you are a terrible parent and should have 20 arms and psychic abilities and/or definitely should have brought them up better than that. Tut tut.
Sometimes those people can shove their opinions. You will feel angry, you will feel helpless, you will feel like those people are right.
They’re not. You’re amazing. Keep going.
Note to self: get more chocolate.
Today, my children have been sad/angry/annoyed for a variety of reasons. And I know that for them these things are big things and they matter – a 4 and 2 year old cannot understand why certain things can or can’t happen.
That said, it’s still amusing to look back on it as an adult and find it slightly bemusing as to why these things are bothersome. So with that, I bring you the reasons my children have thrown tantrums today:
- Music was playing when they didn’t want it to
- A particular song was not playing
- I was unable to pick up E at a specific moment
- Music was no longer playing
- The duvet was not in a certain position on E’s bed
- There was a yellow towel in the bathroom and not a white one
- The duvet was in a certain position on E’s bed
- There were no Cheerios for breakfast, despite the fact that they didn’t want any
- I offered the wrong colour spoon for eating breakfast
- Getting dressed is for losers
- …Not those socks
- We got stuck in traffic and I wouldn’t “just overtake” the big line of traffic in front of me
All of this happened in about 3 hours this morning, at which point I decided it was time to admit defeat and let Peppa Pig look after them for a while (you know it’s bad if I’ve resorted to that – I hate that show!). Aaaaaaand breathe!
Remember when I was posting about how D was 6 months old and I wasn’t sure where the time was going, how we were doing with reusable nappies, feeding and weaning, and worrying about how he’d adjust to having a baby sister?
This is a boy who’s starting primary school in September and who ‘graduates’ pre-school next week. Eeeeeek.