So far today, he has:
-Smashed a soap dispenser bottle I bought three weeks ago to replace the last soap dispenser bottle he smashed
-Opened a new packet of wet wipes and pulled out every single one
-Got all the bagged toys out of the toy box (I separate things like puzzle pieces, little toy cars, wooden blocks etc into the big zip lock bags so they’re easy to find) opened every single bag and chucked the contents on the floor (without playing with any of them)
-Opened a new storage box I bought last week for his toy trains, emptied it all over the floor, and then jumped up and down on the empty box until it cracked and broke
-Poured fruit juice all over the coffee table and splashed it everywhere with his hands, so now it’s also all over the carpet
-Taken all the sofa cushions off the sofa, unzipped the covers and pulled all the stuffing out.
I just sat down and wept. We’ve got a very small home and three DC, and I’ve been working so hard to make it a nice space for us in spite of how cramped it is, but my day to day existence just seems to be going from one mess or broken thing to another. I just feel like giving up.