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Toddler Hell: We Have Arrived

toddler hell, mom blog, behaviorMy toddler’s behavior is so ridiculous I’m seriously questioning my parenting strategy.

The change in my son’s behavior has been so gradual I almost didn’t realize what was happening. I wrote it off as a bad day. I explained his emotional meltdowns as tiredness or hunger. I know how a guy can get when he needs a taco.

One bad day turned to two, and two turned into a week. Before I knew it we were living a new normal. An emotionally unhinged, normal.

So today, I’m writing from Toddler Hell, where the red cup is never blue enough and shoes are evil feet-demons.

I’ve survived this once before. Although, I don’t remember how. Toddler Hell is similar to child birth, once it’s over you remember it was rough, but the details escape you.

What I do know is, my kid has severe emotional regulation issues. It’s like PMS on steroids. Except chocolate is fuel for this fire. No one is safe, and chaos is imminent.

One minute he is my sweet-baby-angel and the next minute, Paw Patrol is over and the Kraken is released. It takes nothing for this kid to scream like he is being kidnapped, or thrash like he is being swarmed by angry bees.

Exhibit A

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I wouldn’t let him snort a pixie stick.

OK, that’s not true. This is actually the result of a dispute over fruit snacks. This is how he spends a lot of his time. On the floor, in protest.

Whatever. I just can’t, kid.

The last thing you want to do is bend to the will of a two-year-old, but I have never poured apple juice so fast in all my life. I’m like Tom Cruise in Cocktail. I make it fantastically entertaining, just to keep the peace. God forbid I put it in a Nemo cup instead of a Lightening McQueen cup. I’m such a dumbass.

Here are a few things that have recently upset him.

I suggested he wear pants.

I made him muffins for breakfast.

He drank all of his apple juice.

His sister ate her dinner.

He asked for a cup of milk and received one.

It’s bath time.

Bath time is over.

The dog walked by him.

Wind.

Wearing shoes.

The depth of Toddler Hell knows no bounds. He just turned two, and we all know, three is worse than two. Which means I am at the starting line. I apologize to those of you that just recoiled in horror, but it’s true. The whole “terrible twos” thing is a bunch of unicorn fuzz. No one mentions three, because it’s basically the toddler equivalent to “He who must not be named”. It’s that bad.

Yeah. I know. It’s ok to cry. I got you.

So, I will trudge on. I will calmly peel this kid off the floor every day. Multiple times. In multiple locations. I will exercise expert level patience and re-direct his absurd behavior. I’ll give him the red cup, then take it away because it is awful and offensive. I will likely give-in to an extra pack of fruit snacks and let him run wildly through the house without pants. Because, it’s pants. Who really cares. If he wants to act like Kim Kardashian, I will permit this for a brief time to preserve everyone’s sanity. I will love him, even when he attempts to bite, kick or smack me. Because I am a mom. And he is a toddler. And this too shall pass. I’ve seen it happen before.

 

4 thoughts on “Toddler Hell: We Have Arrived

  1. I know I’ve told you before, but Pattie’s daughter had a complete morning meltdown because her daddy “buttered the wrong side” of her toast.

    All of this makes me laugh.

  2. My 2-year-old is Jekyll at home, Hyde at daycare. He lives to make his parents look like jackasses. This too shall pass. I think.

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