I just can't do this anymore.
Day 7 of isolation. DS is 3 and he and I are positive. DD is 15 months.
I'm broken. Parenting has broken me and I'm fairly sure I'm doing it all wrong.
- we have a routine, always have had. But it takes so much work. Trying to get DS to get upstairs to get dressed is a battle everyday. Getting dressed can mean running away, going totally floppy, just being obstructive. I must say 'trousers on please' 15 times. I tried taking their clothes downstairs but DS had a total meltdown.
They cannot play with anything. If he wants to do a puzzle she wants to destroy it. If he wants a toy of hers he will badger her til she leaves it. He wants to draw, she breaks the felt tips. It's relentless. If we play something for 5 minutes- that's not an exaggeration- it's a win.
Every dinner time is cajoling him to eat, stopping him from being generally stupid. A good 80% of the time he knocks over a drink.
He's constantly trying to hurt her or pick stuff up he's not allowed or throw stuff out of the window. He won't just "be'.
She hates getting dressed, having her coat put on, having her nappy changed. Everything is a battle.
I'm so fundamentally broken. I clean scrambled egg off the floor every day of my life.
I'm broken.