I think I might be going a little insane.
DS was 2 on Friday.
So far today - all the books cleared from the bottom three shelves. Three times. Then DS walked on them, resulting in several ripping. Then I got a fucking papercut on my knuckle putting them back and bled like stuck pig.
DS found stuck halfway up bookshelf, and then found standing crying 'help stuck' on top of the radiator FFS. Dog has been fed a whole box of cat biscuits while I was hanging the washing out. DS teething so keeps biting people. And headbutting people. And a nifty new trick where he runs up behind you, bashes his head into the back of your knees, and wraps his entire body round your lower legs. Both remotes shoved inside video player (which was already broken but retrieving remotes was a PITA. Must gaffer tape slot shut). All the toy cars wrapped up individually in bits of yesterday's Guardian, which due to DP being away working I hadn't even had a chance to bloody READ yet
. Not yet dry nappies helpfully removed from clothes horse and put in basket - not the washing basket, oh no, but the basket for the kindling, the one that's all full of bits of twig and bark and shit [rictus grin]. Dog bowl, cat bowl, several small toy cars, bits of duplo, and books thrown into nettley jungle underneath verandah.
Take him in kitchen while I cook so I can keep an eye on him, settle him on floor with bowl of water and assorted jugs/ladles etc. Faff about in oven for, ooh, 45 seconds tops? DS sitting on kitchen table drinking my cold coffee with utterly minging spoon he must have found on floor.
I try and distract him, I really do, and walk him twice a day like a blooming dog, and get him outside as much as possible but he just gravitates to the Most Dangerous Thing he can find everywhere we go. I took him to soft sodding play and what did he do but get stuck in the tiny gap between one of the netted areas and the wall, trying to get a better look at the big fan for the heating system
And I try and keep stuff out of his way but he climbs, I mean he actually climbs up doors and corners and shit.
What do you do with toddlers like this? And why oh why did I assume my very easy going first toddler was that way due to my amazing chilled out parenting? I was a misguided knob. Sorry.