Evening ladies.
Well, I've been in floods of tears on and off for the last couple of hours after losing it big time - twice - with the DSs.
I'm so annoyed with myself too because I'd been doing REALLY well. With DS1 being in school and DS2 being at nursery for 15 hours a week, I've managed to catch up on some much needed sleep as well as having time to get jobs done (to satisfy the organised, control freak in me) as well as having an hour or two to waddle walk around the shops by myself. Having this time has meant I've been so much more patient with the boys. Only yesterday walking home hand in hand with both of them I really felt like the happiest, luckiest woman alive.
Then today happens. All day long, DS2 (3.2) has been so difficult to please. Nothing has been right and he's argued back with me constantly. I try not to rise to the bait and up until 3.30pm today, I'd managed very well to be empathetic to his needs/frustrations. But at about 2.30pm, he started pestering me to find "his" sunglasses. I had a quick look in the obvious places, but had no idea where they were, or even if we still had them (suspecting they'd most likely been thrown away after he'd broken them - the way he breaks everything). I tried to say to him that I knew he wanted them, and that when we'd picked DS1 up from school, we'd all have a really good look for them. But he kept whinging on and on... crying, screaming, etc...all the way to school to pick DS1 up and all the way back. When we walked through the door, I offered DS1 a snack (he's always starving and very tired when he comes in from school, and having a snack really helps - however, I've found that if he has too big a snack, then he wont eat his tea) so I offered him a smaller yoghurt than usual. This then made him erupt into floods of tears, throwing himself to the ground. By this time, I'd been listening to DS2s tantrums for close to an hour and DS1 kicking off as well just made me explode. I yelled at them both, walked out of the room slamming the door, then went back to tell them that their silly tantrums had caused me to get so angry that I was now having a tantrum of my own. (How fucked up does that sound?!!)
I calmed down, apologised to them both for "losing it" and explained why I'd got so angry - that I had tried my best to look for the glasses and that I wanted DS1 to have a snack but I also wanted to make sure he wasn't too full to eat his tea - and that my apparent "meanness" to them was me doing the best I could but it seemingly not being good enough.
Roll on an hour and DS1 had forgotten all about it, and we shared some nice moments. DS2 was still in a huge mood, crying at anything and everything, and being rude and argumentative ("Shut up, sod off"). Thankfully, I was almost able to see the funny side and I sort of detached myself from the madness around me and got on with making tea. Teatime was a disaster with both boys refusing to eat anything (homemade lasagne - first time in ages I'd made it, which I always find makes for a difficult mealtime).
During the bedtime routine, both boys were once again stressing me out (play fighting with one another and refusing to get their pyjamas on, etc). DH could see how much they were stressing me out, so of course, he then tries to calm them down and when they refuse he smacked them both on the bum. Which of course then stresses me out even more because I'm (now) totally against smacking - at all. I burst into tears and started yelling at them both to calm down, get their pyjamas on, do as they are told, etc, etc. Totally lost the plot. And then I can't seem to stop myself because I'm embarrassed at how I've overreacted and what a complete and utter failure I am. I did compose myself sort of but when reading DS2 his bedtime story the tears just started flowing down my cheeks, which of course made DS2 worry and ask what was wrong. :(
This morning when I was watching the news at breakfast time, and I'd heard that terrible news about someone setting fire to a dogs home and 40+ dogs being killed, I text DH to ask if he'd heard. He replied "yes, apparently it was a 14 year old that started it. Horrible world". I then replied "14?! That's disgusting. What's the world coming to. p.s. I bet his parents are the angry, shouty types". He then replied saying "shut up, what nonsense. We're good parents". I replied "but we could be better".
DS2 has been filled with such anger and rudeness all day. But surely he's only getting it from us? I want so desperately to improve, but every time I take one step forward, it's never long before I'm taking two steps back.
I know I'm tired, which definitely doesn't help, and I have all these damn pregnancy hormones raging through my body, but sometimes, I'm really not sure that I'm cut out for being a mother. It's so damn hard and I just can't do it :( :( :( :(
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But enough of me, now time to (quickly) reply to some of your replies. They're so inspiring and it sounds like you're all doing great.
I loved your lengthy reply, Bertie. In hindsight, I'm great at thinking of better ways to say things, but for me it's applying it in the heat of the moment. For example, when DS2 is being rude, I always try and put the emphasis on MY feelings about his behaviour, rather than the behaviour itself. i.e "I think you're being rude" rather than saying "stop it, you're being rude". But when it comes to other issues (like the two of them play-fighting) I'm so worried that one will get hurt that before I even know I'm talking, I'm already blurting out "stop it! Get down! Leave your brother alone! Get off" etc.
The power of language is immense, but I've always been a "speak now, think later" type of person. I want so much to be able to change that.
Rhetorician - I know exactly how you feel. My DSs do exactly that sort of thing all the time. Hopefully someone will have some better advice (for us both) on how to handle that.
Moresnow - I'm also guilty (in case you hadn't already realised!) of having a short fuse. As I said above, I wish I could detach myself from situations, count to 10, breath and calm down. Sometimes, I'm actually guilty of telling myself in my head to calm down, but then a second later it all goes out of the window and I end up blowing up. I also need to pick up HTT again. And the other fantastic books I read. I actually don't need to re-read them all - I highlighted all the very poignant paragraphs in pink highlighter so I could quickly refer back to them when I was slipping off the rails. Perhaps that should be my homework for the next few days (until DC3 shows up).
Sorry for not replying to everyone - there have been so many posts, and I do read them all, but often don't have the time to reply. I read this thread morning and night but often on my phone (which as you all know is a nightmare to respond on) but you all give such great advice, or are in situations that I can relate to so well that it just reassures that none of us are in this alone.
I'd better go now anyway. Been typing for 45 minutes
. An early night for me tonight as I have the boys all day by myself tomorrow while DH is at football (great!).