DS1 is lovely, almost 3, affectionate, funny, and mostly a v happy little boy.
However, I am nearly at the end of my tether today. He has a massive strop everytime we are out and we don't go to a shop he wants, or I say we have to leave the park, or do anything that he doesn't want to do etc etc.
This is coupled with him being v young for his year, the last of his contemporaries to do anything - walk, talk, play with others, do any bloody thing.
I wish that for once, just once, he was not the kid a nursery kicking off as other mother's look on with pity. Or he was not the one not able to share. Or not crying when I leave. (He is fine once I go).
I feel like a totally shit mother.
I adore him from the bottom of my heart, but it's just so bloody hard sometimes.
Is this just me?
Today, I finally snapped and gave him a ticking off about all the tantruming, which I suspect will not help.