This morning I had to dress my 2-year old while she cried, shouted 'no,' and screamed for her daddy. I had to brush her hair while she cried and writhed around like I was torturing her. Then when I brushed her teeth she deliberately spat toothpaste on my trousers. This happens every morning. I know all the tactics for getting her to do this stuff (chat about how 'big girls' get dressed, let her choose her clothes, let her brush my hair at the same time as I brush hers, etc, etc,) but most of the time she just rejects all of it and I end up more or less pinning her down.
She doesn't do this for anyone other than us. Her grandma tells me that she loves to have her hair brushed at their house, and sits in front of the mirror and 'preens' while she does it. She gets dressed quietly. She asks for her bath and her bed. She doesn't hit them or shout. I'm starting to feel angry and upset when I get these perfect reports back, and isolated as well.
At home, when her daddy's here, he is all she wants. She only wants to sit on him, not me. She wants him to read her stories, not me. This morning when I came into the kitchen to see them, she ran up to me shouting 'no, Mummy, stop!' and tried to physically push me back out. Some days she objects to me looking at her or speaking to her.
She's started hitting, to the extent that I don't like to have my face near her. She'll do it out of the blue, like when I'm cuddling or kissing her. Last week she hit me in the head with one of the metal spoons from the kitchen. She hits my husband as well, but more often me. We tell her that hitting hurts people, give her a warning and then time out in one of the bedrooms, but it seems to have absolutely no effect. She's started shouting that she needs a wee as soon as I put her in time out, because she knows that gets a response. I ignore it, but last time she deliberately wet herself after 30 seconds and I had to go in.
I feel like all I do is endlessly cajole her into doing things that should take about 10 seconds and end up taking fifteen minutes of screeching, running away and crying. Just the sheer level of noise is unbearable to me, the fact that the hour between 6:30 and 7:30 is solid screaming, demanding, shouting.
I realise that she sounds like a demon child here, but she's not. That's what I find so heartbreaking. She is a lovely, affectionate, smart girl. I want my relationship with her back. I feel like I don't want to go and pick her up from nursery today.
I kinda know that this is because she's 2 and it'll wear off, and I'm not even really looking for advice. Just a hand hold. I end up feeling like there's a reason she prefers her dad and his parents to me, and part of that is that my family is a fucking mess and his is loving and stable, so I fear that I'm somehow not really built for this and maybe they're just better at parenting than me.