Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The yelling mom.

Over the past weekend, we've had a lot of screaming and yelling. Just like what we see in the movies - toddler trashing around, helpless parents with frazzled hair. 

I'm guessing it's typical in most households with toddlers. I'm also guessing that it's about time for me to experience it. Yoohoo! Welcome toddlerhood!

However, I'm not quite convinced that I am actually supposed to go through it. After all, J has not kicked up such a major fuss when she is over at grandma's during the weekdays. 
She usually doesn't do that on weekends too. 
It just started. 
It is scary.

I have yet to figure out why.

1. Is it because we have more people over at grandma's (the grandparents, the uncle, me, the neighbours, sometimes even the aunt) so J constantly gets the attention she needs? And she doesn't enjoy it as much when it's just Mummy and Daddy?

2. Or is she just... bored?

3. Or maybe J naps more regularly while at grandma's so she is less tired and less cranky?

4. Or is it a phase? The (very) terrible twos? 

I really have no idea.

But I know I was the mom I didn't want to be. I screamed and yelled in response. I should have known better that it wouldn't work and would lead to more crying and screaming instead. Such a vicious cycle.
Never ending, and very noisy.
Ugh.

I wished I had done it better in spite of my headache. Well, it's a little too late to wish now so I hope I remember to do it differently the next time. I'm sure there's going to be a next time. Speaking of which, maybe I should find out more ways to ensure my toddler naps. *Grandma magic dust, please.*


(There's also a long-overdue-and-incomplete post on J's eighteenth month, which should have been posted when she turned 19 months old, sitting in the draft folder. It's been sitting there for a month. I forgot she turned 19 months old. And I haven't got the opportunity to sit down and think through that post so it's probably going to be a double-post when she turns 20 months old. Great. Then when there's a missing month when she reads about it in future, I can tell her how rough motherhood had been that month, with fever and all.)




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