Bring on the Padded Room.November 21, 2012 at 9:18 am | Posted in Battles (aka: toddlerhood), NaBloPoMo, Parenting, rants | 15 Comments
(Or: A Rant.)
Age 4.75 might actually be the point where I lose my mind completely.
I don’t know if it’s the incessant whining, the active Not Listening, the inability to carry out the most basic requests I ask him without a meltdown, the random complete fucking freakouts over something I haven’t actually SAID yet, the obsession with all things screen-related, the insistence on doing non-age appropriate things (like stirring something in boiling water, for example), the yelling (and hitting. Awesome.) when he doesn’t like an answer I give him.
How a child could be so INTENT on doing Big Kid stuff in one moment and completely helpless the next boggles my mind.
Add to it the ANGER when I DARE to help him with the straps with his carseat, for example… it’s too much.
But this morning you flipped out when I asked you to do it yourself and told me you DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO DO IT!
I swear to god, he’s Sybil and I never know what I’m going to get with him.
Our nights and mornings are filled with this lately. Yesterday, when I got to daycare to pick him up, literally SECONDS after his teacher told me, Lucky had a fantastic day! Lucky was screaming and yelling and crying and running away and throwing himself down into the dirt at the corner of the playground.
For what? No fucking clue.
He spent the rest of the night asking for screen time and playing with stuff that he knew he shouldn’t (seriously, plugs? What are you, freaking TWO?) and then flipping out when he was told it was dinnertime and then bathtime.
About the only time he was NOT like the exorcist kid was when we were quizzing him on how to write words.
So we have the worst of the terrible twos and awful threes, sprinkled with some literacy.
I GET it. It’s a tough time for him – he WANTS to grow up, but he’s scared, too, so he keeps going back and trying to be a baby, in between the push for independence.
But seriously, last night my nerves were so frayed, by the time Charlie brought him upstairs I kind of wanted people to get me and put me in a padded room.
At least it’s quiet in there.