E is becoming the very definition of a toddler now. And by that I mean we have tantrums, we have opinions, we have independence, we have bossiness… Like you wouldn’t believe. Or maybe you would, given this is fairly typical of this age.
Add this to the fact that D hasn’t really outgrown that phase yet… And as much as I hate it, the clichéd “double trouble” is so apt I can’t resist using it.
I end up feeling like the worst mum in the world because I end up having to shout over the noise of them squabbling to make myself heard, and then I’m grumpy and annoyed at myself for doing so (come at me with your judging – as some have, in fact. I dare you to say you haven’t done the same).