Have you ever been so angry that you bit a wall?
This morning was one of those tough parenting days. I pretty much failed. It went down a little something like this:
Now while biting a wall is a little bit hilarious it’s also not because while I sat there feeding the baby, I was watching my son be so frustrated that he bit a wall!!
We’ve become increasingly more dictatorial like with him and it’s not fun. There’s so much shouting all the time, the constant whining, crying and tantrums. We’re “grumpy with him” all the time. And at least once a day he walks away, slumping his shoulders and says “I’m sad with you!” And it breaks my heart because I love this boy so much but we’re constantly locking horns.
He just doesn’t listen though, and it’s infuriating! My well of patience is so low but I’m the adult in this situation so I need to be the better person here.
I felt bad the entire day and all I wanted to do was run home and hug him and tell him how sorry I was. So, The Husband and I had a talk about how we deal with him and this evening I spent some quality time with him. Because I think a lot of it is him missing me and having to share me with the baby.
We listened to songs from the Moana soundtrack (Maui is his new favourite guy). We didn’t shout but we didn’t let him get away with things. We asked nicely (a few hundred times) and things got done.
I got a fizzball from work and gave it to him for bath time which was a lot of fun. We played in the water and had a lovely chat. He got dressed with a minimal amount of drama and while he dragged his feet eating supper, he eventually finished it all.
He even got into bed without protest and as I lay with my arms around him, my heart broke and how crap I’m treating this little guy who I waited 5 years for. We made promises to be nicer to each other tomorrow, and he’s probably going to forget as soon as I say no to something but I’m going to try to keep up my end of the bargain.