DS1 will not listen. I have tried bending down to his level and explaining things. I have tried time out time. I have tried losing my temper and yelling and this is the worry - I'm using far too much of that technique at the moment.
Just want to cry. Latest row involved me asking him not to put the butter knife (with butter) in his mouth whilst he was making his sandwich. Asked him three times then told him firmly NO. He responded by doing it again with huge scoop of butter.
It sounds comical when it's written down, but that was about the tenth thing that we've argued about this morning. DS2 is poorly, so perhaps I'm feeling a bit low also.
I had to deal with butter row by walking away. Walked down to the end of our garden, repeating to myself that the argument wasn't my fault. Must have sounded quite loopy talking to myself but it helped. DS1 was following and yelling, hitting and scratching me but eventually he calmed down, asked to be picked up and asked for his sandwich.
SO SORRY to bang on. Just needed to vent really. Sometimes I feel like I'm the shite-est mum in the world, yet other days I feel like Mary Poppins.