Really fed up. I'm a SAHM with 2 DSes, eldest just turned 4 and youngest 11mths.
DS1 is awful. He won't do anything I ask him to do, ever, no matter if it's something he wants to do or not. He won't eat at mealtimes, won't go to sleep, won't get dressed, won't walk sensibly along the street, is horrible to other kids, throwing, hitting, laying across the steps of a slide. He hits and kicks me and his dad when things aren't going his way. He delights in being defiant and seems to be utterly incapable of reasoning out consequences to his actions.
This has been going on for about a year and in all that time, we've made no progress with his behaviour. We use time outs in his bedroom, I am always firm when I say no, I always follow through on my threats, I am consistent with punishments, and my DH and I are a united front. His behaviour and the calmness of my household have not improved at all in all that time.
I have been trying to do something every day in the summer holiday to make sure he has enough attention and exercise (although, frankly, taking him out where there are other kids and mums is a real strain). But this morning, I have had enough.
Yesterday afternoon I took him down to the park and he had a tantrum because I told him to stop kicking the bark chippings about. After a couple of warnings I threatened him with going home if he wouldn't stop kicking them. He wouldn't, so we walked all the way home with him screaming his head off. He'd really been looking forward to the park and we'd waited all day for the rain to stop so we could try out a new football. He hit and kicked me on the way home so I confiscated the football. It's now in the shed with a load of other toys he has loved and lost every time he is violent.
This morning, I thought we'd try again with the park. He was very excited, but won't get dressed. Won't have a wash, won't clean his teeth. I really can't be arsed to load DS2 in the pushchair, pack a bag, walk 20 mins to get there after having to wrestle him out of pyjamas and into each item of clothing, chase him round the house and force him into shoes and hat while he's being horrible. So I've said no park again.
Am I wrong? Is this normal motherhood? I am seriously miserable. Every day is such a struggle and I just want to be proud of him again. Hate myself for saying that. He's starting school in September and I'm worried he's going to have a tough time. He was ok at preschool but not great.