Seriously, anyone want him?
I've had it up to here with him, I really have. He is Mr Tantrum 2006 at the moment, and I don't know what to do for the best, quite honestly.
He wakes up in the morning full of beans, and doesn't stop for the test of the day, which is knackering for me at 34 weeks pg. I can cope with the non stop energy thing, but what I can't cope with is the whingeing, biting, scratching, hitting, tantrumming and head banging. If I get another sodding brick thrown at me, I'll be doing time for sure. I feel like such an effing failure, as he just won;t respond to me at all. I have tried all sorts of things, like removing him from situation where he's misbehaving, ignoring the tantrums, saying no firmly while maintaining eye contact, confiscating any thrown objects, putting him down when he hits me (if I am holding him, which is when he normally does it) putting him in a chair in the corner (doesn't work, as he gets off it within 2 seconds) I try taking him in the garden to run off any excess steam, but that's even more stressful than staying indoors, as throwing takes on a whole new meaning (big stones, mud etc, all at me) and going anywhere is a different kettle du poisson, as he just cries when we are out, almost as if he can't take on the stress of being out and about with other children etc. This means we spend a large part of the week at home, and I am desperate to talk to someone who can speak anything other than monosyllabic words.
Everything came to a head today when I took him to the HV clinic so I could get him a script for his eczema creams. She turned up 20 mins late, by which time DS had whipped himself up into a frenzy, and was screaming the place down. The clinic was full of mums with tiny babies, who were all dogging me up (I do get a certain satisfaction in giving them the "just you wait, lovey" look, mind you) When it was finally my turn, HV weighed DS, and told me he is putting on too much weight, (he's on the same centile as he was a birth, wtf?) and she has made an appointment with me to "discuss his behaviour, and to discuss coping strategies" Now, this has totally battered what little shread of confidence in my parenting ability I had, and now I feel like a big pile of shite. I have spent most of the day wondering if it's all down to my lack of ability as a mother that my son can't behave, or that there's something wrong with him, etc etc.
I am dreading the baby's birth, quite honestly. I can't cope with one, let alone 2. I know a lot of it is down to hormones (mine) and age (his) but it doesn't make it any easier. I don;t quite know what I hope to achieve by posting all this, but it feels good to write it down, and maybe someone can give me a good stragegy for coping with a willful trantrummy child!
One more thing.........
Thank fuck for CBeebies.