I'm not sure what happened to my sweet little baby girl (well, when she wasn't yelling at me to pick her up), but she is totally and completely gone now. She is two weeks away from her second birthday and 100% immersed in the Terrible Twos.
We noticed it a little bit last week while we were in Destin, but we thought it was because she wasn't getting naps. She didn't want to get out of the pool, didn't want to take showers, didn't want to get dressed, you name it. But it was late in the day and she was tired and somewhat understandable. The problem is that it didn't stop when we got home.
Monday morning she refused to get dressed. I had to pry her out of her pajamas and her wet, wet diaper and then fight her to put clothes on and hold her down to put a diaper on. She is very strong. I tried to give choices, I am not new at this, but she wanted nothing to do with it. Didn't want to pick out her clothes, didn't want to pick out a pretty diaper, didn't want to do anything. We struggled, I won, but I definitely heard about it.
Yesterday wasn't any better. I tried for awhile to get her dressed and diapered but she had learned from the day before. She sat on her changing pad on her knees bent over so I couldn't get a diaper on and she rejected any and all clothes. After a few minutes I gave up and just left her there. Surely she would get tired of being there all alone and give in? Nope, the older kids went in to see if they could do anything and came back reporting that she had pooped and peed all over herself and the changing pad. Nice. I got to clean off a screaming child on the toilet and in the shower and then somehow, miraculously got her in a diaper. I took the clothes and shoes to go. She refused to leave the house, we had to get Sarah to art camp, and after I left her alone in the house for a couple minutes while getting the other two into the car she finally came out. I think she thinks she won that one. I didn't get her dress or shoes on until we arrived at the car dealership for a quick repair about 30 minutes later and told her they required clothes if she was going to get out of the car.
The final straw was today. She gave me the same business in the morning until I finally let her pick out her own clothes. She really wanted something from her winter clothes drawer but since it's been over 100 degrees for the past 25 days I didn't think a long sleeve velour dress was a good idea. Once I directed her to the correct drawer she picked out some capri pants and a dress. Wasn't intended to go together, but did match. After dropping Sarah off at camp we stopped by Target. She started crying as soon as we entered the parking lot. She struggled as I tried to get her out of her seat, kicked and screamed as I walk with her under my arm into the store and threw herself on the floor and refused to move. All I needed was one thing, she didn't care. I finally got her to cooperate when I told her we could go look at toys.
After Target we went to the credit union. Same thing. She didn't want to leave because she was playing with a toy, and when I dragged her out she crumpled to the cement sidewalk and wouldn't move. It was only about 10:30 a.m. at this point. This went on all day.
I know two is hard, but I can already tell you that Andy and Sarah were not this bad. It's not that "oh you just forgot because it's been awhile". No, really. I remember thinking Andy was difficult at two, but that three was really bad. Many, many people agree with that statement. It should be called the terrible threes. Two isn't that bad. I'm sure I had issues with Sarah as well but since she couldn't walk until she was almost two it was just other stuff. This one is a challenge and she's not letting up anytime soon.
We'll get past this, yes. But it really sucks to be in it right now. Sarah starts school, and Amanda too, in two weeks and then Andy the following week. If I can just make it until then I will get a break. If she doesn't drive me insane before then...
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