54 Months and Drowning in Parenting

With 40 months of parenting behind me and two kids with a combined aged of 54 months today was the first day I’ve ever really felt like I was drowning. Like drowning to the point that I was no longer above the surface and no matter what I tried to do I just kept sinking further and further below. I know this might seem a tad bit over dramatic but it’s the only way I feel I can fully describe how today went. Raise your hands if you know what I’m talking about, I know there are others out there  nodding their heads in agreement.

Now that they are both peacefully sleeping and looking all angelic, I can look back on today and look at all the things that went wrong. It started out with Hazel (it usually does) at three years old she is a full fledged threenager.

Terrible twos ain’t got nothing on the Terrific Threes and judging by how wonderful they are I just can’t wait for the F*cking Fours (insert eye roll here.)

I’m not sure whats worse the fact that she  doesn’t listen (well pretends not to) or mimics everything I say. This is where I know she does listen, because it comes out very clearly when she tries to reverse the roles on me. Good one kid. The attitude, refusing to eat, not washing hands, insisting on wearing ridiculous outfits in the pouring rain that results in arguments, continuous jumping on the couch, its enough to drive one crazy. I know they might seem like minor things but when it’s done repeatedly after being asked time and time again, I don’t know what to do. 

And then we enter in Everett, the icing on the cake if you will and the icing on this cake is nice and thick. To start with he does not sleep (well). He sleeps a bit, but its absolutely terrible. He will go to bed for a few hours and then will only fall back asleep if he’s in our bed, no matter what we try. This means none of us (except Hazel) are getting any decent sleep. Hello bags and copious amounts of coffee. When it comes to nap times they only exist if they are A. in the car or B. on someone (preferably me). To make things even more interesting he has added a new trick to resume and today it seemed to kick into high gear. Enter in separation anxiety. The last few days I have noticed it ramping up but today it was out in full force. Any time I would leave the room he would run after me, calling out “mom, mom, mom” as he ran. Dare I go downstairs he would stand at the top of the stairs and scream. And I mean scream. I was hardly able to put him down all day, which mean Hazel was pretty much running rampant, Le sigh. Aside from a tiny bit of separation anxiety during drop off at daycare I never really dealt with this when Hazel was little, nothing to this extreme. 

It seemed as though the two of them were feeding off of each other all day long, passing the crazy torch from one to another. It was like they were competing to see which one of them was going to take me down. At the end of the day, I was still the last one standing, thank goodness, and I know tomorrow is a new day but I would love to hear some of your advice on these two hurdles we’ve come across.

How did you tackle the Terrific Threes in your house? And do you have any insight on curbing separation anxiety? Be sure to leave me a comment, I love hearing your thoughts on these topics.

Xo. Andria

2 thoughts on “54 Months and Drowning in Parenting

  • November 6, 2016 at 12:25 pm
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    I totally understand! My baby is almost four months, and my older one just turned three. I’m still adjusting to this whole two children thing, it is HARD and my little one isn’t even getting into things yet… with the older one, I’d say I’ve noticed a big improvement in behaviour since starting preschool. Whether that’s a coincidence or not, I don’t know. Something about someone else telling her what to do. It’s helped a little bit in getting her to wash her hands and clean up after herself, and to develop a bit more independence (though that doesn’t seem to be an issue for Hazel!). And while two hours isn’t much time when it comes down to it, it’s still a break. Sleep is tougher, and also seems like the solution to everything! If there’s any way you can get a nap in there, help from in-laws, a once a week child swap, something… sleep always makes things better (I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you thatt!). I’m in a similar situation with my partner working long hours. I can be quite proud and don’t like asking for help, but it’s really worth it on those rough days.
    Also, have you tried strong start? Not exactly a break for you, but might help with Hazel’s behaviour, and you could try one in your new neighbourhood to meet people with the same aged kids! And they provide a snack, so saves you that effort at least. I also find leaving the house is about the only way to keep my house clean these days, I alternate between wanting to stay home all day and deal with the chaos, and just wanting to get out already to keep things tidy for once!

    Anyway, hope today is a better day!

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