If I take up a glass of water… it never comes back down. We have piles of laundry dotted around the place. I can barely see myself in our dust coated mirror. My son’s old cot is in parts, propped against the wall. You get the picture.
I have a piece published on Her View From Home called, “I’m Raising Boys and I Want To Get It Right.”
I love that we are making humans so that they can go and live whatever happiness they want.
Now, I am continuously washing up. I don’t understand it. There is a constant stream of filthy plates, bowls, highchair trays, cutlery, cups, lunch boxes, pots, pans, THE BLOODY CHEESE GRATER, and it is never ending.
I would save reading time for the night feeds so that I had some wonder to look forward to at 4am. He’d stir, I’d groan, I’d make his bottle with one eye open and a frown, and then I’d remember…. Harry’s about to visit Diagon Alley for the first time, and I’d be thrilled to be awake.
His hat wasn’t covering his ears properly. He wanted his blue coat, not his green coat. He couldn’t walk. He wanted Nanny to walk in front not behind. He wanted me to carry him, but I was breathing too loudly etc etc etc.
Knowing that you’re not alone and other people’s kids are just as weird as yours, makes everything a little less pants. Here are a few things you could try to soften the blow of those big toddler feelings.
When one starts, the other joins in. Either because it’s so upsetting watching your sibling cry, or because they know that if they cry too, they get in on that sweet attention. If they’re both pooing and crying, just give up. Call in reinforcements.
Some kids will chill by looking at books, listening to audio stories or music, playing quietly by themselves, but most of us don’t own those kids.
You’re so little with your huge backpack almost tipping you backwards and your little footsteps that barely get you anywhere. I know you’re little. But you think you’re as tall as the sky, and that’s all that matters.
After a day at home, where the house is a complete pig sty, where the only time to sort the mess out is after you’ve gone to bed…. I love you more than ever.
We learnt that taking a step back allowed our two toddlers to find their own balance.