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Describe your worst day with your two-year-old

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Pruni · 17/03/2006 12:50

Just to make me feel better. Sad

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wilbur · 18/03/2006 16:35

rofl donbean, what a terrible day - quite right to keep the fiver"!

I had various versions of these days with ds1 and dd, but one ended in one of my worst episodes of parenting ever. After a long, long day with ds1 who was just two at the time, we were in the bathroom getting him undressed for bath. I crouched down to take his trousers off (he was standing) and as I did he grabbed my hair in both hands and pulled very very hard, bringing me crashing to the stone floor on my knees. I was in such pain and so furious and he was laughing his head off so I yelled at him at the top of my lungs, then stormed out of the room and slammed the door. The door slam dislodged a heavy panel above the loo hiding the cistern which crashed down, shattering the loo seat and scattering sharp plastic all over the room. Ds1 went ballistic, I was horrified as the panel had landed about 8 inches from him, and dh walked in just at that moment to find me and ds1 in hysterical floods, clutching each other, with his trousers still down around his ankles. Not sure who was the toddler in that scenario. Sad

juliab · 18/03/2006 17:18

ROFL at all these!
My worst day (so far!) was when DS1 was 2 and DS2 was 6 months and, for some mad reason, I'd signed them up for consecutive swimming lessons. (What WAS I thinking?)
So there I am at the pool with them in the double buggy. DS2 lesson first - in pool with him when suddenly see DS1 teetering at the pool edge. He'd worked out how to unbuckle his straps and had escaped the buggy. Cue me rushing round swimming pool with crying baby trying to catch toddler who thinks we're playing hide and seek.
Finally catch him just in time to get DS2 dried and dressed and into buggy, and DS1 into pool.
Halfway though DS1's lesson when notice DS2 going funny red colour. Emerge from pool to find him head-to-toe in exploded poo - all over buggy, clothes, everything.
Get both boys in shower and then look in changing bag to discover have nappy cream but no nappy.
Ask other mums if they have a spare - nobody has (only mums of potty-trained toddlers left, it seems). Come back to find DS1 putting Sudocrem in his hair.
Have to walk home with DS2 in non-poo-splattered side of buggy wearing nothing but a plastic bag (made holes for his legs) and DS2 walking beside me with gunky white hair. Blush
Have never been able to go to that pool again...

ruty · 18/03/2006 19:18

oh julieab i'm crying with laughter - a plastic bag! Made me feel so much better. Also loved marina's stealth turd. Fantastic.

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aelita · 18/03/2006 20:53

Frogs, when we finally move in across the street from you will we be able to hear her tantrums? Our vendor insists it pretty peaceful round there, now I'm not so sure, Grin

Bozza · 18/03/2006 21:13

Right DD is only 20 months so I am assuming she will get worse but take this as an example of what she is capable of:

wake up and whine "mummy, mummy, daddy" until someone arrives at cot.
refuse to take off sleeping bag while demanding milk
insist on being carried downstairs while wearing sleeping bag and then complain because of being put down while milk is being prepared
go back upstairs and refuse to have milk
get in parent's bed and fight with brother and continue to refuse milk
carry on crying until allowed to look out of the window for a cat
cry because there is no cat - it is snowing
refuse to eat breakfast
fight with brother over who's toothbrush is the red one
complain about clothes - insist on wearing tights with trousers
chill out briefly
throw paddy because brother is going for his swimming lesson even though this is what happens every Saturday am
argue over which coat and hat to wear
fall asleep in car on way to M&S
get out of pushchair to try on new dressing gown very nicely
throw a paddy right in front of till because of wanting to be carried when the choices are walk or go in pushchair
lay in middle of central area in M&S kicking and screaming while Mum and brother stand by lifts watching until realising surrounded by concerned old ladies crawl off towards lifts
get unceremoniously bundled in pushchair and kick and scream all way back to car, in car all way to Ikea (20 mins) and all way round Ikea (via the toilets) to the cafe

... and it's only lunchtime.....

geekgrrl · 18/03/2006 21:22

ok, here´s ds on a normal to bad day:
get up at 7, whinge for no apparent reason. Demand breakfast - cheerios. Cry hysterically at cheerios being then poured into a bowl. Refuse - hysterically - to sit on own tripptrapp, demand to sit on big sister´s tripptrapp.
Refuse milk when offered. When back of adult is turned, attempt to pour entire newly opened bottle of cravendale over cheerios, self, table, floor, sister´s tripptrapp.
Cry and refuse cheerios. Demand muesli instead. Eat raisins from muesli, demand yoghurt. Hysterical because from frais pots have been separated and not left as pair. Refuse to eat from frais.
TV offered - go and watch Cbeebies for 2 minutes.
Decide to ´hug´ the TV so that sisters cannot see the screen. Cry when told to stop. Not stopping. forcibly removed. Hysterical.
Calmed down in some way or another. Notice that mother is eating breakfast in peace (red rag to a bull).
Cling to mother´s leg and cry for more cheerios/yoghurt/banana which gets peeled and squashed all over the floor.
Mother gives up on eating breakfast and gets showered. Argue with sisters whilst mother showers.
Do big sloppy poo.
Deny having done a poo. Mother gets changing mat out - pick up changing mat and stuff it behind the armchair again. Repeat (twice). Be wrestled to ground by mother and biggest sister, scream hysterically. Attempt to touch willy with poo all over, resist wiping.
Get dressed but complain bitterly about getting undressed first, holding on to pyjama top for dear life. Cry.
Mother gets completely the wrong shoes. Cry, cry and cry some more so she gets it - these shoes are WRONG today. Have right shoes put on. Go to kitchen and get crisp packet. Have crisp packet taken away. Hysterical.
Go to car. Demand to sit on sister´s booster seat. Cry and arch back, kick when put into own booster seat. Wind down window on car journey, out of mother´s reach.
Drop sisters off at school.
Home. Spend the day clinging to mother´s leg crying. For a change maybe tear a few flaps off some lift-the-flaps books. If mother is the computer, do everything to hit the keyboard and press trackball buttons.
Help load the washing machine. Turn dial to 90 degree wash when nobody is watching.
Demand food and then don´t eat it throughout the day. If food is denied have big, lying-on-floor tantrum.
Don´t nap. get mother to lie down with you for half an hour and then get up and run after her crying when she´s been tricked into thinking her ruse was successful and got out of your bed, eagerly anticipating a 45 minute break.

Pick up sisters. Once home, argue with them all afternoon.
Bedtime - get put to bed and then get up again - at least 20 times, at which point parent will get v. cross indeed and hold door shut. Scream and eventually give up and go to bed. Sleep - until 1:30, at which point you have a right for your mother to vacate her nice big bed and down duvet, so that she can sleep in your cute little flexa bed, clearly designed for a small child and not a 5ft10in adult, and you can sleep in hers, next to father. Sometimes it can take mother up to 1.5 hours to realise that this is your RIGHT and that you will not give in, no matter how much she sits with you, gets cross etc.
Sleep some more in nice big bed under lovely duvet, next to warm man.

zeg · 18/03/2006 21:25

i weas in my local pizza express once with DH and DS aged 2. he threw a massive tantrum and i could do nothing to calm him at all. at one point he thre a toy train that very nearly brained a nearby baby. he calmed down eventually and a woman who had been sitting nearby told me as she walked past that she just had to say she admired my patience! she obviously ddin't notice the 2 very large glasses of wine i necked in an effort to blot out my shame

BonyM · 18/03/2006 22:15

Thanks for these great stories - esp. frogs - you have cheered up one rather depressed mummy whose dd2's 1st birthday party tomorrow is going to be a washout because almost everyone who was going to be there has come down with this wretched flu Sad.

Will now be looking forward with trepidation to her 2nd birthday.

Have always had an easy time with with dd1 who has been a dream child from day one (she'll be 8 next month). I thought it was just exceptional parenting Grin Wink but DD2 is already a much bigger challenge (although gorgeous with it Smile) so I just know that we'll hit the terrible twos with a vengeance!

Eulalia · 19/03/2006 20:12

donbean Grin but at least he didn't poo in the bath as well!!

IamBlossom · 20/03/2006 09:43

Absolutely PMSL at Donbean. fantastic. Grin

Blackduck · 20/03/2006 09:49

I am heartened by the apparent randomness others find re the crying/screaming etc Grin
The breakfast scenario is standard in this house, followed by hysterics if he isn't wearing a blue top, etc.
yet the nursery say hes a sunny little boy who rarely cries...so does he metamophise in the car!

nulnulcat · 20/03/2006 10:44

blackduck i agree totally when dd is a nursery / chilminder / with babysitters she is a little angel and they look at me as if i have gone mad when i describe her monster moments! sure they all think i make it up!!

mrsbabookaloo · 20/03/2006 14:34

I am pregnant with my first...why oh why did I read this thread?????

beansprout · 20/03/2006 14:37

Mrsbab - for the same reason that people look at car crashes?! Grin

Blackduck · 20/03/2006 16:03

Okay so today started reasonably well...until...
wanted jellybeans which mummy refused to give him - tantrum...
Then wanted to go upstairs into attic/office with daddy - ladder was put up to stop him - full scale meltdown...
lunch - pasta - cooked - thrown all over settee because had cheese on it. Pasta scraped up and given to dog - meltdown...
New bowl of pasta cooked - tears cos mummy wouldn't let him put more pasta in the saucepan...
relative peace...
spent time pulling dogs tail despite being told - daddy ticks him off - tears...
put down for nap, go to check on him to discover ds smearing entire jar of sudocream on windows/curtains......(easier to remove than the petroleum jelly he used last time, and my fault for leaving it in reach...). Tears as he is cleaned up...
It's four - THREE more hours until he goes to bed!!!

nulnulcat · 20/03/2006 19:01

middle of shopping centre today lying down kicking and screaming for absolutely no reason and i didnt need all the sympathetic looks as i was trying to wrestle her into pushchair then having lunch with friends another screaming fit in restaurant because garlic bread had cheese on some snotty b*h shouts across to me "im in here as well you know" of course her kids never misbehave!!! felt like tipping her spag bol over her cream linen suit!!

scotchlass · 20/03/2006 19:27

OMG these are fantastic, I have very sore sides after reading all that. I think the worst moment I can remember having with DS2 (now 3) was when meeting Prince Charles when DH was serving in Iraq. P Charles turned round to talk to us and DS2 leaned forward and screamed right in his face!! I didn't think there was much point in addressing him as Your Royal Highness after that and he just turned his back!!!! Needless to say they didn't show that bit on tele.

Eulalia · 20/03/2006 20:05

Thing is I get a lot of this with ds aged 6 (he has autism) eg Sunday in supermarket spots some huge Easter eggs and says "can I have one of those Easter eggs?" He looks completely 'normal' by the way. I say no and he starts up this tirade getting louder and louder "I WANT A BIG EASTER EGG NOW!!!" over and over complete with tears. Got some very strange looks. We eventually compromised with a smaller one which he had to share with his sister.

milward · 20/03/2006 20:09

geekgrrl - breakfast sounds like you have it in our house!

milward · 20/03/2006 20:16

rofl - juliab - love the plastic bag nappy

juliab · 20/03/2006 20:17

Blush Blush

wellsie · 20/03/2006 20:55

Have read nearly all the postings on this one and can say that DS is like all your toddlers. Geekgrrl I think we must share the same child, I feel so happy knowing that DS is normal Grin.

jumble · 20/03/2006 22:55

Thank you. I haven't visited for a while due to dd's seemingly destroying any sense of self I may of had. I was beginning to hate myself due to all the negative parenting skills I was displaying on a daily basis as my 2yr old regularly mashed my 9mth olds face into the laminate flooring as her latest sport. I am now born again into the mumsnet world, I am not alone, my children are not the spawn of the devil, we are simply a normal family. So help me as I drift towards the alcoholica anonymous world. Cheers!

Raggydoll · 21/03/2006 15:01

don't you just hate it when they do that dead weight thing with their bodies. At every nappy change, getting dressed/undressed, putting on and taking off shoes etc. you name it if I need ds to stand on his own 2 feet his legs go like rubber and I turn into my temper goes through the roof.

angel22 · 21/03/2006 21:36

I wish these messages had been posted last week, when I had my worst day ever with my three year old - they would have made me laugh instead of cry! He was a perfect little angel until last summer when his twin sisters arrived, improved a bit, then turned into a little monster when he turned three! The worst tantrum so far resulted in him breaking one of the bars off the end of one of the girls cots, trying to get at her to pull what little hair she as. This was first thing in the morning as we were trying to get out of the door to Mother, Baby and Toddler group. After this fiasco, we didn't set foot outside the house all day. So, the next time I have a bad day, I know where to look for some respite - thank you!