DS is 16 months old, and a 'handful'. Friends with toddlers of similar age tell me the dreadful things their little darlings occasionally do, such as empty a bag of rice on the floor, hang off the dogs ears, climb onto the table, etc. But these stories tend to be told with laughter in the eyes of the parent, and a wry chuckle about what a delightful and funny baby they have, and aren't these one-off events hilarious.
I can't laugh about DS at the moment. He is driving me to despair with his 'antics'. Yesterday he somehow got upstairs and flung himself down the staircase whilst I had stepped into another room. He also climbed into the toilet. This was before 8 am. Today he dragged a chair into the kitchen and climbed onto the stove whilst I was hoovering up the breadstick he'd crumbled into the carpet. He also climbed onto the table and ripped up DH's pay slip (delivered today). We don't have anywhere to put things out of his reach any more because he can climb bloody anything, so have to watch him like a hawk at all times, and know that the split second we turn away, he'll do something ridiculous, and almost definitely dangerous (like suddenly learn how to undo his car seat buckle half way down the motorway, or his highchair buckle, and suddenly stand up and launch himself out of it).
In his bath this evening he pooed on 3 separate occasions - each time I whipped him out, put him on the potty we got for these incidents, and cleaned the bath. Back in the bath, he promptly did another aquatic delivery. 3 fucking times.
He screams blue murder at having his nappy changed, or indeed any addition of clothing. Tooth brushing brings such howls of despair you'd think it was covered in spikes. He has taken to biting me hard at the end of a feed, then screaming and kicking because I refuse to feed him. Both are painful.
Nursery and the childminder both say he is a delight, but a lot of work - which I'd normally agree with. But this past couple of weeks have been absolute hell. He's only sleeping a few hours a night and minutes in the day, but is absolutely not tired the rest of the time. The nursery even say he is incredible for the amount of sleep and constant need for one on one attention he has. The is sometimes said admiringly, but more often than not wearily.
I'm at my wit's end and so so bloody tired of it all.
Is this just a hellish phase, do you think?