Terrible Twos are Horribly Evil
It's not even 10 AM and I'm exhausted. We're in the absolute thick of the terrible twos here w/Izzy. Though, that's kinda laughable because I'm sure it can and will get worse. I just need to pull myself together and be as prepared as humanly possible for the next great milestone in this journey. I can honestly say this has been, hands down, one of the worst mornings in the history of my mornings. Included in this mornings events has been a shit load of crying, screeching, throwing herself on the floor when I asked if she wanted to come downstairs and join me for breakfast, trying to wrestle me as I strapped her into her carseat and running away from me countless times.
My approach to parenting has and probably always will be to keep as much calmness as possible in my demeanor and work through it with the kiddos but once they're out of my sight, sometimes I just need to cry to seep out the frustration. Not being able to make it all better for Izzy is tough. Seeing my little nugget go through this painful stage is tough on me and I know it's only going to get tougher for her. To not be able to take this pain away from her is heart wrenching. She is crying for anything and everything at the moment though so what's a Mom to do? Light that evil sock on fire that made her so angry and then cut it into 47 pieces before her eyes so that she can see the wrath of a protective Mom? Seriously, she got angry at socks this morning.
socks.
Where'd my happy baby go? She was the happiest little person on the world. no longer.
My Mom sent me a note to lift my spirits up, sympathizing with what we're going through and giving me hope for it getting better then told me she loves me more every day in seeing how I've turned out in the Mom role. I cried. hard. No matter how old I get, a hug or sweet word from my Mom makes me crumble. Especially when I'm going through such a tough time, knowing she's here for me, even in spirit and notes (once she's in Bolivia) makes me feel less alone. There's something that a Mom can fulfill in us that not even the loves of our lifes can. I hope I can be that for Izzy and Joaquin.
Ok, I gotta turn this mood around or I'll be a crying mess all day. I will take it out on the elliptical. That machine may get hurt today.
My approach to parenting has and probably always will be to keep as much calmness as possible in my demeanor and work through it with the kiddos but once they're out of my sight, sometimes I just need to cry to seep out the frustration. Not being able to make it all better for Izzy is tough. Seeing my little nugget go through this painful stage is tough on me and I know it's only going to get tougher for her. To not be able to take this pain away from her is heart wrenching. She is crying for anything and everything at the moment though so what's a Mom to do? Light that evil sock on fire that made her so angry and then cut it into 47 pieces before her eyes so that she can see the wrath of a protective Mom? Seriously, she got angry at socks this morning.
socks.
Where'd my happy baby go? She was the happiest little person on the world. no longer.
My Mom sent me a note to lift my spirits up, sympathizing with what we're going through and giving me hope for it getting better then told me she loves me more every day in seeing how I've turned out in the Mom role. I cried. hard. No matter how old I get, a hug or sweet word from my Mom makes me crumble. Especially when I'm going through such a tough time, knowing she's here for me, even in spirit and notes (once she's in Bolivia) makes me feel less alone. There's something that a Mom can fulfill in us that not even the loves of our lifes can. I hope I can be that for Izzy and Joaquin.
Ok, I gotta turn this mood around or I'll be a crying mess all day. I will take it out on the elliptical. That machine may get hurt today.
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