Terrible Twos

When you’re pregnant, everyone with kids is all, “Oh, you’ll never sleep again.”

And you hear it SO much, you’re like, OMGGG I GET IT, thaaaaanks!

But you don’t. You definitely DO NOT get it, until it’s three weeks in, and it’s 4 a.m., and you can’t remember the last time you slept more than two hours.

Then you’re like, holy shit, they were right.

The terrible twos is a lot like that, I imagine.

Everyone knows toddlers are irrational, and tantrums are awful, and that the terrible twos are a thing. And maybe if you work at a daycare, or a preschool (god bless you, by the way), you’re prepared for what it’s like to have a two-year-old.

The rest of us? It’s trial by screaming, stomping, fire. And by the time you figure out that’s your new reality — just like life with a newborn — well, it’s too late.


In the last few weeks, we’ve seen our fair share of legit tantrums. I think there are a lot of contributing factors, aside from it’s just that time, developmentally. We’re still staying with Mike’s parents while our house is finished (only a few more days!) and our routine is a little off. We’re sleeping in a bed that’s not ours, and Gus is starting to cut his second molars, so he’s not sleeping well. He’s recently become OBSESSED with cartoons — specifically Curious George — and turning off the TV without a compelling distraction is a big trigger. And despite learning new words at a rapid pace, he still has a hard time explaining what he wants all the time.

And so, he throws himself on the floor, and screams in my face. And if I try to touch him, or comfort him, he loses his goddamn mind.

Thankfully, the majority of the time, he’s still super sweet, and funny and affectionate. And I take comfort in the fact that it has to get better (just like that newborn phase!) or no one would ever have more than one child (…right?)


7 thoughts on “Terrible Twos

  1. NAILED IT. Seriously. You hear the warnings. You think you know…but you don’t know until you KNOW. Until you’re living it. Until you’re suffering through it and eating your feelings at Sonic.

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