I’m SO over the “terrible twos”
When I try to explain to people how hard she is to parent, I get the “well, she’s two”. Right, I know how old she is. But, can you honestly tell me that most two year olds get so upset about getting their hair washed that they throw up?
Being her mother is a struggle. Daily. Most days I don’t like it. I hate feeling that way, but that’s the honest truth. I am not enjoying her right now. Sometimes she makes me SO angry that it scares me. I wouldn’t hurt her (should go without saying), but it’s a scary feeling being that angry with a child.
I’m probably not a great mother. I struggle with that, but I do my best. I’m not a touchy feely kinda person – she is. She’s always hugging and kissing me. Most of the time I’m fine with it, I even enjoy it – but sometimes it’s too much. I need some space. I can’t take her living up my ass.
Then there is the issue of my bedroom. It’s MY sanctuary. My space. The only place in the house that’s not full of kid/baby stuff. She loves to lay in my bed. I get that – but it bothers me. I’ve started refusing her. She’s all but ruined my comforter with juice, cheese, etc stains. I like my comforter. I don’t like waking up and stepping on toys. I don’t like my personal things messed with. Maybe that makes me a bitch, but at least I’m an honest bitch. Is it really so wrong to want ONE place in my house to myself?