Matilda isn’t even two years old yet, and already the tantrums have become unbearable.
Today, for example, she woke up earlier than usual. So this called for a pre-lunch nap. Excellent! This gave me time to see to myself (that didn’t happen). Nap time over, she wanders about the house babbling about the Teletubbies when, all of a sudden, her tantrum appeared. From out of bloody nowhere! Screaming, stomping, kicking…
The ‘terrible twos’ are quite possibly my least favourite stage. I love the newborn squishy stage. I love when they can do things for themselves without the need for “muuuuummm,I can’t wipe my buuuummm! “. I even love the teenage years when you can hand them a tenner and tell them to sod off into town for a bit.
But this? This is toddler tantrum hell!
I’m drinking coffee to ease the pain, as drinking wine at just after 2pm is frowned upon.
x N x