I never had a sister, so unfortunately for my girls, they get no sympathy from mom when they start cat-fighting. I had a brother, and we fought all the time- he stole my toys, cheated when playing board games, and always broke my Lego creations. We wrestled and duked it out and then got over it; my girls haven’t figured this out yet. I try to let them work out their issues, because how else are they going to figure shit out on their own? But sometimes, the high-pitched shrill of a two year old’s screams piercing my eardrums gets to be too much. In those instances, a simple swat to the butt is all it takes to end everything but the crying. Rarely do I have to call in reinforcements with little sister. Unlike her older, but not necessarily wiser sister, Ainsley doesn’t always need to be put in the corner after having a “talk” with her father…but I probably just jinxed myself there.
You know, I have always wanted to know what it was like to be a waitress. That thankless job where you have to pry out of people what they want to eat, and then once you deliver it to them, they pitch a fit because it isn’t right. It isn’t cooked perfectly, they changed their mind, the item was misrepresented…yeah, it always sounded like a lot of fun (said no one, ever). But being a mother of a two year old is hopefully the closest I will ever come to being one. One minute she only wants toast for every meal (or rather a piece of bread with some butter on it), then as soon as you put it in front her, she decides she would rather have applesauce, a muffin, “crunch-ceral”, or anything except the damn piece of toast she wanted earlier. There is no pleasing this child! Or, when asking what she wants and she starts whining, not giving an answer, and then gets mad because I walk away without giving in… Go pout somewhere else, I say! I love that my girls are independent and strong willed. It will serve them well as they get older and have to deal with idiotic peers and moronic adults. But just once, I wish they could save the attitudes for their teenage years and just be those sweet, cuddly little girls I gave birth to…
As for me, I noticed the other night the fridge needs re-stocked with beer and the Oreo stash is getting a bit low; must be about time to make a grocery run. The toddler- union reps at my house have a few more years before they are welcome to join me enjoy either one… if they make it that far!
Good luck toddler parents, good luck. ~Richelle