Toddlers

Guys, I love my kids. Anyone who knows me knows my kids are my life. But I’m going to get real with you. Toddlers are absolutely crazy.

Two started off extra smoothly with Lucy basically potty training herself the week of her second birthday. Win! For the most part she was listening well and communicating her feelings…..and then along came baby sister.

This development obviously changes the dynamics of the household, with the biggest change being that Lucy has more daddy interaction and less mommy direction. Add that to winter weather and it getting dark at 4pm and what do you get? The feral toddler stage.

It feels like whenever both Dave and I are home the house is absolutely crazy. Boundaries are pushed, tantrums are abundant, and limits set by me are responded to by ‘iiiiii waaaaaannnnnnntttt daaaaaadddddddyyyy’ which is equal parts frustrating and demoralizing. I’ve become the bad cop parent, and honestly I HATE it because it feels like I’m constantly saying no or yelling to maintain order.

I rejoined the ymca solely for the purpose of being able to take Lucy to the childcare area while I either walk or sit in peace. Twice this week I’ve dropped her off and literally sat down with Odette sleeping in her car seat and just read my phone… Or posted a blog (yep, currently sitting at the ymca).

These crazy times are when I miss city amenities. There’s not enough activities here to keep my crazy active toddler sane, and the winter is going to feel particularly long I think.