Because today it def feels like the latter. DS1 turns 4 this month. We missed the terrible twos, which God help me I actually felt a bit smug about, and up to now he's been sweet, charming, funny and (mostly) well-disciplined.
In the last month or so I don't think I've told him to do one thing which he hasn't either ignored the first four times, whined 'I don't WANT to' about or run away. Or made a spitting noise at me. Or done what he's asked while carrying on a hateful passive aggressive whisper that makes me want to SCREAM.
Nursery run has become a nightmare. The last two mornings we've shot out of the house late after a battle royal over everything from teeth cleaning to fucking sock choice. I tried SO hard to be patient and calm and just keep repeating myself this morning (the one thing that does seem to work is confiscating his beloved toy trains or threatening to) but ended up flipping and yelling at him.
This afternoon I took him to a nice seaside cafe and we had an ice cream. After he'd eaten it he suddenly flipped, was randomly rude to me and then screamed and totally humiliated me while all the old ladies tutted. Then screamed all the way home because I enforced the promised consequence of taking his scooter and making him walk.
Then calmed down and apologised, but ten minutes later was ignoring me when I asked him to do something again.
I actually really dislike him this afternoon. Counting the minutes till I can pack him off to bed.
I am getting this wrong and being rubbish and I don't know what to do.