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?)