A little bug has crawled up inside my sweet little child and turned him into an ornery monster. No joke. If I have a button, little r is finding it and pushing it as many times as possible - all at once! With the good tends to come a wave of orneriness, that tests the core of my being as a mother. What is it that makes toddlers so unpredictable?
For a two-year old, I can't complain much. He really is a great kid. The past couple weeks he's been sleeping much better at night, and he seems to have figured out that waking up before the sun might not be all it's cracked up to be. I've even started getting up early on my own accord (yes, I'm that crazy, don't ask), just to get an hour or more of mommy-time before my house is awake for the day.
AND - big announcement - the kid finally took a bath all by himself last night. It has been a long time coming, and we are hoping it's not a fluke. Apparently the bugs were at bay, so he could enjoy the tub without fear. He was so excited to be in the bath with his toys again.
All that aside, my little man is also incredibly headstrong and he is determined lately to test every boundary. I remember going through this with him when he was around a year old, but somehow it seems much more evil this time. Apparently Mommy is funny when she's mad. Have you ever had someone laugh at you for your anger? Not a good thing. Let's just say I've had to do some deep breathing and counting backwards from 10 with my eyes closed.
Naptime is slowly becoming a thing of the past, and this is not going to work for little r or for me. Unfortunately, I think the problem is related to his after school adventures with his friend, Linus, getting him all riled up and off schedule. The difficult task will be trying to figure out how to fix it in a friendly way. Life is a bit too exciting for the little man these days, and I can hardly blame him. But alas, the boy needs sleep! I've read and gotten all sorts of advice on how to keep little r down for a nap - everything from locking the door or using a child gate, to less intense measures of silently putting him down again (no anger or soothing, zero emotion). I'm not sure if he's quite old enough to understand precise rules, but we are getting close. The last thing I want to do is enforce bad behavior, so I feel like I'm treading a fine line here.
Yesterday I flat out gave up and just let the kid stay awake. We took the puppy for a walk and enjoyed the afternoon sunshine. Little r threw at least five tantrums before finally relaxing and having fun with the puppy. My approach is generally to stay calm and not let the crazy monster win. The advice I've been getting, though, is that I need to be a bit more confident in my authority. Something I'm working on.
Today is another day, and hopefully I'll hit the sack tonight with my sanity in check.
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