I’m at the end of my tether. DS has just turned two and is in full Toddler Dictator mode at the minute.
I know it’s normal, I’m a rational, usually calm adult, but, fuck me, it’s hard work.
Every suggestion, choice, direct telling is met with No.
Hes launched cups and bowls full of food and drink, unprompted, mid meal, across my —fucking— rented house.
We have 1-2-1 play times, we read books, get out for the day and go to the park etc, he plays by himself for short periods, he’s just a normal toddler and I’m just a normal mum and it’s fucking hard work.
I am rapidly reading ‘how to talk to little kids’ when he’s asleep.