Little Man is going through such a rebellious threenager phase at the moment. Growing up you’d always hear about the terrible twos, puh-lease, the age of two was a cake walk compared to what this year has been. I mean, the eye rolling, giving attitude and what can only be described as “epic tantrums” are all daily occurrences – although this description doesn’t really give enough oomph as to what a meltdown can actually be like.
My sweet baby boy is still in there, provided everything goes his way. Clear a path for when it does not People.
It all started on Sunday morning with a tantrum so severe, so unlike anything I’ve ever seen from my angel before, that I started wondering whether I should take him to the hospital because surely something must have happened. Like a snake bite with venom that turns you into a crazy person. But no. It was over a pen his Daddy was using to write a shopping list.
We told him he had to stay in his room and play for the day and that he was lucky we didn’t remove all of his toys, also that he was to have no TV for a week. We thought we were on to a winner until the same thing was repeated in the afternoon… and to save this post being ten thousand words I’ll just let you know that this was how the week continued. Yay! *sarcastic jazz hands*.
So, it’s been feeling like LM and I have been at loggerheads the past few days, I’ve been shouting more because of his lack of manners and defiant mood, he’s been muttering about me under his breath. Today it got to the point where I felt neither of us were going to go to bed happy and I didn’t like the thought of that one bit. I wouldn’t say I had mum guilt but I certainly felt a weird disconnection from my son, something simply had to give.
After his nap I said that, should Daddy say it’s okay too, that we could watch a “Gogella” show together while he eats his tea on the couch. What this actually means is something so much more. It’s something that we do together, just him and me; we put on a Nigella Lawson show, snuggle, talk about how she lives near Grandma (she doesn’t, well, at least I don’t think she does, but they’re both in England which is what he understands) and chat about if we should have a go at making whatever it is she’s cooking or baking. He grabbed my arm and put it round him and leaned into me, I kissed the top of his head and idly brushed his fringe to the side like I always do in these kind of situations. It was lovely to reconnect and I could tell it wasn’t just me feeling this way. LM became thoroughly content too.
He spent the rest of the evening being really well behaved, even tidying up his sisters toys without prompting.
We went to bed happy.