It's been one of those days. You know, the ones where your children cry for no reason, are inconsolable, won't listen worth a darn, refuse to take a nap, undo every mess you clean up, climb over every barricade you make, refuse to take a nap, hit, yell, throw, leave, cry, refuse to take a nap...
Which makes me want to: yell, cry, throw, leave, take a nap.
I'm just not very good at days like these. Patience is incredibly lacking. I'm out of ideas to entertain, out of ways to discipline. Nothing I try is seeming at all effective, and we're all cranky and frustrated with eachother. And when I say all, I meant that little (nearly) 2 year old son and myself- Cate's been as sweet as could be. Corban... not so much. He has his moments. Really, really sweet moments. But it's hard to look past the vast majority of those which are not on days like today. Hmph.
I hear quiet- wait- I mean it is quiet, and I just heard little footsteps stomping to the bed. Is my strong-willed, bull-headed little one tossing up the white flag? I sure hope so. And I hope that my sweet other little one doesn't start to cry any time soon. Because that would start the whole cycle over again. The second Corban hears me, he's out of bed and at his gate. And by gate I mean: door and gate blocked in by giant mirror/chair/and book shelf. Yes indeed. It's the only way we can keep him in his room. You take away any of those ingredients and he escapes without a hitch.
What's a Mom to do?
I never bought into that 'terrible twos' bologna... but my mind is quickly changing-haha. Except I think 'trying twos' sounds better, and more appropriate. It's NOT terrible. There are moments that are really really hard, but typically, most days are pretty good. Trying moments, not a terrible year.
Anyway, I guess I'm done complaining now. The kiddos are asleep now, and I'm either going to do the dishes or take a nap. We'll see.