Little Crumbs

My toddler’s on strike…

I havn't written this post in a pathetic 'woe is me, feel free to pat me on the back and tell me I'm doing a great job' kind of way our lil' man is a healthy, loving, intelligent, beautiful mini person so I know deep down we are, like many parents we're just doing our best, I wanted to write it to say you know what this parenting lark is bloody well hard work! I'm realising admitting that doesn't make me a horrible mother a failure or ungrateful…just honest.

Fairly recently a writer I follow on Twitter Bibi Lynch (well worth following by the way) wrote a piece about whingey mothers tripping over the bags under their whingey tired eyes to meet with fellow whingey tired mothers to whinge into their latte's about how tired they are.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2012/mar/31/mothers-stop-moaning-about-motherhood

At the time of reading the article I was heavily pregnant with little lady, lil man would have the odd strop out of frustration but nothing I couldn't handle, I really felt for Bibi and other women in her situation, I strugled to understand the backlash she received on twitter for voicing her feelings and made a concious effort to be more sensitive to our friends struggling with fertility.

…it has been the most amazing blissful few weeks on so many levels, and I do realise how blessed we are to have 2 beautiful children that said I do find myself regularly joining the cue of whingey mothers *yawwwwwwns* with a full on caffeine crammed fat coke in hand.

Little lady's absolutely no trouble at all, she's a content, healthy happy beautiful baby, taken to feeding like a duck to water quite happy to sit in her own company, so it's not like I have a super clingy baby and I'm being pulled in all directions (those mums that are I am writing to queenie demanding you receive a knighthood toot suite!) and yet still i find leaving the house is a military operation, i make a real effort to not 'blame the baby' i try and get lil man out to do fun things irrelevant of the previous long night of feeding and missy's hiccups. What has happened however, is since Edie's arrival lil man has had a chat with his union reps and gone on toddler strike… (I knew something suspicious was going on with those boys huddled around the messy play at pre school)

He's just started to take a genuine interest in his little sister, which has been a work in progress of encouragement, quality time and giving him space. She's started smiling, and gurgling away it is just amazing to see him chuckle at her squeaks he watches her totally engaged, fascinated … Interested, interest it seems he has swapped for the interest he had in getting out the house in time for pre school, eating well, brushing his teeth without running around, walking holding my hand, sleeping anything that generally involves listening to me, all the things I took for granted we had down to a 'T' he's now refusing to do as a protest for having to share my attention and time….it is this that is hard work.

I am finding myself at the end of some days kissing him goodnight feeling that all I've done is bark orders at him frustrated, tired and begging him to listen to me…. This makes me feel awful, frustrated, tired and guilty…..oh the guilt.

I admit much to Mr G's annoyance I am one of those people that you bump into and I apologise, I worry about what people think of me (despite making new years resolution to myself to do less of that…failing) i thought the guilt I felt for accidentally deleting Mr G's 'Robson Green's Extreme Fishing' off the sky plus was pretty intense (if he'd have done that to Mad Men there would have been hell to pay) but wow, since becoming a mother I have felt guilty on all levels from forgetting to add lil mans favourite flavour smoothies to the shop to 'has my staying at home hindered his confidence'.

And now the recent guilt of feeling like the 'bad cop' when daddy gets home for the fun of bath time with bubbles, pirates and bedtime stories, I sit googling 'dealing with tantrums' looking to Jo Frost and Gina Ford books for advice on the transition for lil man to understand how he must feel what im doing wrong and what I can do to get my lil man back … This 'Damien' character is draining! I know its a phase and I know how I should deal with it, ignore him, take a deep breath and stay calm, not react or give in, but wow when he decides he isn't ready to leave the park and lays down on the path to let me know just how peed off with me he his…..oh joy of joys!

So any mums I may have seen in the past in supermarkets struggling with their toddlers having total meltdowns for no apparent reason, while I strolled by (probably stepping over them) with my lil 'butter wouldn't melt' man with an air of 'my lil angel wont behave like that'…I apologise for not giving you a knowing smile of support as now I am that mum …on regular occasions, lil man pops up his toddler strike picket line where ever he sees fit at parks, shops, car parks, soft play, restaurants….. Today he chose in the middle of the high street …literally the actual road… Because ..well …I have no idea in all honesty.

As I type this I'm half chuckling thinking back over the last few toddler strikes how unnecessary they were, how ridiculous we must have looked and I know it will pass in time, he's not a horrid child in the slightest. He has a gorgeous nature I adore him with every inch of my being, as I do his little sister, its just that he's 2 and well, some days it's blimmin well bloody hard work, so if some days I need a whinge to let out steam I apologise to Bibi and alike but feel free to 'La La La' in a playground manner over me, I'm just having a 'piss & moan' to save myself from rocking in a dark corner 😉 .

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One thought on “My toddler’s on strike…

  1. Hun love this post. Can relate to it. I know I am yet to have my second and that Miss M is slightly younger than Master E. But my little Miss has just recently perfected the are of a ‘proper’ tantrum. And on holiday she had some good ens. Resulting in me getting home and the first thing I did was snuggle up with my toddler taming book!
    Have a ‘piss & moan’ all you like. I do, on a regular basis.
    Hugs xxxxxxxx

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