What an honest and supportive thread.
I lost the plot with my 2y3m son today because he wouldn't rinse the bubbles from washing his hands. Completely disproportionate rage.
But I find it builds....brush teeth - sing songs, let him brush mine, talk about the dentist, make it a game, make funny faces, great we are done. Now to comb your hair, give him the brush as I comb, let him walk round the bathroom, etc etc, great we are done. Now to wash your face and clean off the dried snot that is crusted round your nose - more patience, more calm talking, more distraction, more letting him splash in the sink or wash Mr fish as I wash him, great we are done. Finally finally finally just wash your hands - he wants to do it himself - fine but after five minutes of him fumbling around with bubbly hands I start the "rinse your hands now" repeat to which he replies no, no, no, no.
By then I honestly feel the adrenalin seeping through my blood. Breathe I tell myself. I last another 2 mins of persuading, demanding, distracting then just shout loud, grab his hands and rinse them then drag him through to get dressed yelling all the way. Because it's every day and it's just such a battle as saggingtits says.
Then calm down, cuddle, wipe his tears, feel like an absolute bastard of a monster who doesn't deserve her beautiful, clever wee boy and face the guilt as he asks "Mummy, are you happy?"
I hate shouting, I hate losing my temper but it happens sometimes. Every day is a fresh start, every day we need to try again.