Wednesday, May 12, 2010

What happened to my sweet baby boy?!

My son is 2 ½. Up until now, I didn’t know anything about the terrible twos. I thought to myself, this isn’t so bad. Until now. All week, all two days of it, it’s been stressful. We have music class on Monday nights. If my friend comes with her older boys, Jack behaves really well. She wasn’t going to be there, so I had my boyfriend come. My thought was that maybe if his Dad came, he would get more into it. It was the exact opposite. I was to the point where I was bribing him with trips to Wal-Mart or Target. Once that didn’t work, I threatened to bedtime stories. That did nothing. So, I gave up. Come bedtime, he wanted his stories. I told myself that I had to follow through with what I tell him. Something I have not been good at. I ended up putting him to bed 4 times before he finally went to sleep. In those four times, there were tears and temper tantrums. They were coming from both him and I. UGH
Once we got home on Tuesday, it was like we never left. My BF had to run a couple of errands. Jack was crying for him the entire time and kept trying to grab the pot of boiling water off the stove. Every time I told him that he couldn’t have it, it was if the devil took over. He would bend at the knees and scream “NOOOOOO” in this super weird deep voice. I ended up putting him in his room until he was ready to be nice. Once the BF came home, he offered to take him outside for a few minutes to pick up the yard. Big mistake! When it was time to come in for supper, the devil returned and he ended up sitting in his room for a half hour before he would come out. Add in some slamming of doors and I thought he was 16 not 2. Later in the evening, he was the perfect child.
Fast forward to this morning. I woke him up to get ready for daycare. I’m not kidding when I say this. The very first word out of his mouth was, “Noooo”. Wow, he didn’t even give me a chance to make him mad. From then on, it was a fight to get him dressed and out the door. He yelled at me the entire drive to daycare. But, once we got in the door, he was the perfect child again. WHAT?! I’m beginning to think he doesn’t like me.
The worst part is that when I vent to coworkers about how I just want a day off from Motherhood or that Jack is being super naughty, we get home and he is the sweetest baby boy. I just feel horrible for even thinking the way I was.
Ok, I feel much better now. Thanks for listening.

3 comments:

S Farrell said...

I can totally relate to this! I always told my husband that I swore my son just didn't like me! It's so tough at this age (and yes they think they're 16; lord help us when they are) Hang in there mama!

Michelle said...

Thanks! He has really started to slam his bedroom door. I keep thinking if he's this way at 2 1/2, what is he going to be like at 16?! I can't bear the thought....LOL

Rhaven said...

2 is hard. This is where they begin to really push the boundaries to see where they can be independent from Mom and where they cant. Add in the inability to form coherent sentences and it's a recipe for disaster. Just give yourself timeouts when you're ready to scream, and blog it out to vent. Hang in there! There is a reason Mother Nature made little kids so damn cute! =D

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