Can we have a 'My children are driving me insane' support group please?

[JoshandJamie]

I was about to post about yet another behaviour issue with my sons and then I thought - no. While I know everyone will have some great advice, it's not advice I need. It's commiserations.

We start each day with a cup of milk and each day they have the exact same argument about who's having which cup. And thus commences the day - interspersed with pooing in pants, peeing in pants, constant bickering, not listening, wasting food,tantrums, pushing boundaries - until they go to bed and I am frazzled.

So if anyone else out there needs a place to vent / have a virtual hug or glass of wine / feel like you're not alone in being a mother on the edge, then sign up here.

My sympathies Caprica. My boys have truly driven me nuts today. It's like they've been possessed by devils and are deterimed to destroy everything. And the backchat is driving me insane. sigh sigh sigh

Hello. Can I join in as well?

Today has been all right so far, but the combination of DS (4.6), DD (2.8) and me sometimes drives me to distraction.

It is often DS who is the one having the tantrums, or at least they go on for longer. DD will do a short, sharp tantrum, but then all is forgotten. DS will (and sometimes does) go on and on and on and on.....

Caprica, I just had my 4 year old throw a large pair of plastic goggles at my head while I was driving the car because I wouldn't open his window (because it had been open and he repeatedly put his arms out and I warned him several times not to but he continued).

So I did the ultimate in bad mothering (actually the penultimate as the ultimate would be doing it rather than threatening it) - I said that if he EVER did anything like that again, I'd stop the car and let him out and drive off. not my finest moment but I'd had enough.

In fact in honour of this thread, I have started a blog. Only three days in but I'm finding it cathartic to write about the things they do. The first post is my exact post from here.

here's the link homeworkingmum.blogspot.com

Hang in there. Have wine.

Sorry - that should be homeofficemum.blogspot.com

I just sliced a strawberry rather than leaving it whole. You would have thought the world was coming to an end.

I know. I should be flogged really.

DD2 (nearly 3)sitting on a small table in the garden. DD1 (4.5), usually a very caring (esp of sibling), if slightly trying, child, runs up and pushes her off and the table over on top of her. WTF?????

Caprica, I sat in my car sobbing for about 10 minutes after a particularly stressful bed-time last night. Was not a million miles away from just driving off until I looked up and saw my v v sad 4yo looking at me from the living room. How shit do I feel now??!

How do they do it? How do such innocent-seeming angelic-looking little people turn strong, grown women into quivering gibbering shrieking harpies??? How how how??

Anyone else bored of the sound of their horrible nagging voice

don't do that, do that, come here, go there, eat this, don't eat that, get down, come up, get dressed, get undressed, stop, go , come ON, slow down ad nauseam arrrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

omg this thread has had me absolutely in tears laughing. The posts about breakfast in particular, I feel like someone has been secretly filming me!

And my ds2 collects stones every day at the moment, we have little plastic bags full of them everywhere. My DH thinks ds2 is insane but I now know that he is actually completely normal, even when he says "aren't they beautiful Mummy?" [I nod agreement even though they're..............gravel]

As someone else mentioned, what is the evolutionary benefit of being unable to make a decision about breakfast cereal? or stone collecting? or screaming like you are being murdered because your brother's cup is possibly 1ml fuller than yours?

deaftowhingeing - today I had to take my two boys to swimming. Well one was swimming, one was watching. The one 'wathcing' fell asleep in the car on the way there. He carried on sleeping despite me carrying him into change room, lying him on change room floor while I dressed DS1, picking him up again, taking him to viewing area, lying on floor, picking up again, taking him to changing room, lying on floor while dressed DS1 again. Until I finally thought - seriously, there's something wrong, so I put his brother's wet swimmers on his neck to try to get him to wake up. And he did.

But that wasn't the point of the story. The point was I spent the entire time telling older son to HURRY UP because younger son was lying on floor, younger son was possibly not conscious etc. He seemed to move at snail's pace. Finally we exit with both boys now awake. And it's at this point at long bloody last that older son decides to move fast. Too fast. Much too fast into a car park. Cue: SLOW DOWN!

I spend my entire life saying: hurry up, slow down. Hurry up, slow down. They must think I am schizophrenic.

Mil came to visit this week, and on Tuesday she produced a bag of hand-me-downs from SIL's boys.
DD1 and I have a good rummage and she discovers a tweenies top.
She has never watched Tweenies.
She wore it from 10am Tuesday through 3 tantrums to 7pm Wednesday when I put her in the bath wearing it so she would let me take it off.
Then earlier I was changing DD2 and turned to see her disappearing into the porch, I look round and she has a stoll, 3 cushions, a blanket, loads of books and some cuddly toys chucked in a (what I foolishly thought was) ranomd pile.

I put them back

Hysterics ensue.

Also, did I mention that's it my birthday?
Not according to DD1, according to her it's Dadda's birthday and when I say it is mine she screams and collapses onto the floor shouting 'No mummy's birthday, can't have one, NOOOO'
thanks {hmm]

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belated happy birthday chirpygirl. there's always next year!