It’s been a long, chaotic Easter break with my very spirited 2.5-year-old and his 4-year-old sister. Today was his first day back at nursery since April 3, and honestly, I haven’t had a moment to breathe. My husband leaves early and is back late so it’s often non-stop solo parenting. The days have felt endless, and I’m running on empty.
I work weekends and here and there during the week, but today I had a rare clear day to tackle the house. After school, the kids played and made a mess - which was fine - but by evening, they had filled a play tent with colour-coded dirty laundry, Lego, cuddly toys, and random stuff. I asked my nearly 5-year-old to help tidy, but she was so overtired she started yelling that she hated me and wished I wasn’t her mummy. I didn’t take it to heart, but I was already hanging by a thread.
Then the toddler climbed back in the tent and started ramming into her, which made her even more upset. I tried to move him out - and he bit her, hard, a full bite mark. I completely snapped. I shouted, ‘NO, YOU DO NOT BITE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?’ I pulled him out and packed the tent away. I then told him he’d need to go to his cot by himself because I had to clean up. He looked worried, so I softened and ended up putting him to bed with a story.
I’m really sad about the shouting. It’s happened a few times over the last few days- but only when he’s done something actually harmful, like smacking my nose with a toy or slamming a Lego board on my head. I never shame him, call him naughty, or do time-outs - but the guilt about raising my voice is getting to me.
Anyone else in this boat? Do you shout sometimes? And if you did, did your kids turn out okay? Just need a bit of reassurance.