We’ve been having a bit of bother with Little Man the past few weeks, namely tantrums and whinging galore. Oh, and him waking up at 4am and coming into our bedroom. He either wants to get in bed with us – but then doesn’t actually sleep – or feigns some other issue that requires our attention. If he doesn’t get what he wants then he screams and howls. I won’t even go into the wall kicking and talking about us to himself. I think some would call it boundary pushing, we just call it the primary cause for our exhaustion.

This past weekend we’ve been really firm about the boundaries and what is or isn’t acceptable behaviour. While I have always strongly maintained what isn’t negotiable (things like brushing teeth, hitting and using manners etc), we all know that kids continually try and move the goal posts. It’s this repeated pushing that I find most mentally draining. The reality is that some days it can just wear you down until you are the fragile shell of a parent you woke up believing you could be.




MONDAY MAYHEM

So, 4am on Monday morning rolled around and we were woken up with desperate pleas of needing to come into our bed and chat about Spiderman or something equally as important. When Hubby told Little Man to go back to his bedroom the wailing started. Our main fear is that his sisters will wake up, because it’s pretty much game over for us if that happens. The ripple effect from such an early and grumpy start can last all day. Inevitably I will also end up having a huge emotional meltdown where I sob uncontrollably into the cats rapidly matting fur. So, you can see why correcting this new habit has become somewhat crucial, yes?

We ended up giving LM the choice, does he want to stay in his bedroom or go and wait in the laundry until Mummy and Daddy get up. He chose wisely and wouldn’t you know? He went back off to sleep in his bed! Result!

Another trick of LM’s is to make a huge scene when Hubby drops him at daycare. He doesn’t do it for me because he knows I’ll just bring him home but, we’re trying to stop this kind of thing. Scenarios where he does or doesn’t do it for me and then does the opposite for his dad. I can’t even begin to talk about the battle that teatime has become.

OTHER ANIMALS

According to Katie OSCAR

The girls are still being big snottybums. Copperhead is candlesticking like crazy and developed the added ailment of gungy eyes. She had this last year so maybe it’s just something she’ll get whenever she has a bad head cold. They both also seem to have a cough, again, Copperhead is worse and mimicking a seal. Complete with clapping, oddly enough.

They spent the morning crying, playing in their big brothers bedroom and having cuddles. There was also one of those Quiet Moments that a parent becomes alerted to in a kind of eerie way. I found them both dismantling the hallway pot plant with soil all over their hands and pyjamas. None in the mouth, thank goodness. Looks like I caught them just in time. This discovery then led to a huge game of them both running away from me when I was trying to change them. Even through the sickness there was still plenty of laughs.

Oscar could mostly be found in the sunbeam that adorns Little Man’s bedroom floor every morning. The girls just seemed to play around him. He’s much more at ease with them. Even though Little Red does appear to have an unusually high interest in his tail. He doesn’t seem to mind so if he’s okay with it then I am too!

Hope all of your weeks are off to a great start!

Love,
K x




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