Lots of Sighing Going On Around Here
I won't be winning any Mom of the Year Awards for saying it, but lately? I have not liked Alexis. I have loved her, cherished her, adored her, blah, blah, blah, but I have. not. liked. her. I'm sure I'll take some slack for writing it, but the fact of the matter is the whole purpose of this blog is to document things for her, and there is value in being able to tell her that I went through the same thing with her when she one day calls me to complain about one of her kids. She will have the same phase. I have no doubt.
The calendar says Alexis' third birthday is still a few weeks away, but her mouth, attitude, and general demeanor has been saying HELLO! I'M THREE! SCREW YOU! for a couple of weeks now. The yelling. The screaming. The fighting. The defiance. The attitude. I know she's just testing boundaries, but oh. my. hell. I want my sweet kid back. Y'know, the one that looks at me teary-eyed if I so much as raise my voice. The one that has such a crazy guilt complex that she will tattle on herself just for THINKING about doing something she shouldn't. The one who wants to gain everyone's approval so badly that she will do absolutely anything to make sure she gets it.
I liked her. I worried about her, but I liked her.
In the past week, Alexis has thrown more fits than in all the rest of her life piled up. I have a feeling she is trying to squeeze in a year's worth of misery into a short amount of time (she did that with Two--it was really only "Terrible" for a few weeks), so it's just a matter of standing firm and waiting it out.
It is a phase.
It is a phase.
If all else fails, four will be better.
If I still have hair left on top of my head by then.
Thank goodness she's cute.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Reader Comments (60)
Three blows. Everybody knows it, too. Good luck with that ... I'll be there, soon enough. *cries*
Gavin's lucky he made it to four cuz three was ROUGH!
Again, I tell you...we are raising the same child. I say "it's a phase, thank goodness she's cute" every day:P
I don't think you would be normal if you didn't think that once and awhile. You're right about it being a good thing she is cute!
Morgan turned 3 Wednesday. I swear, something clicked in her brain and when she woke up on her birthday? Total demon child. Everything we said to her, she shrieked at us to leave her alone. Everything we tried to do with her, she screeched that we were bothering her. There were tears and tantrums and time outs. And I'm sure there were those same things for her ;)
I hope to like her again in a year.
I have a 4 and 1 year old, so I'm in between your stage. It gets better, it gets worse. Someday it just pretty much stinks huge.
Isn't being a mom fab?
When my kids were toddlers, they used to throw themselves on the ground in temper tantrums screaming how much they hated me, usually because they wanted some crazy toy that I would not buy them. I used to calmly tell them thats fine, because I didn't like them very much at that moment either.
As my mother used to say when we were mad at her. "You'll get glad again"
Sorry, but it's all down hill from here.
It starts at three and usually ends around 25 when they have kids of their own. And you smile to yourself and think "Yes, there is a God!"
Bwahaha!!! I'm loving the fact that I have older kids right about now.
And teenagers. Wait. What was I saying?
3s were AWFUL for us.
I still have nightmares.
And I didn't like them at all on some days. I always always love my girlys ... There are some parts of days when they GRATE on my last nerve - especially when they fight. UGH!
Once The Boy turned three, I realized that three is far worse than two. Terrible twos, my ass! Three was the worst age...for BOTH kids.
Hang in there!