I know I know it sounds awful. I feel awful. I have a one month old baby and a 25 month old toddler and I have this horrible feeling that DP and I made a mistake and should have stayed child free. It took us 4 years to get pregnant with our first, maybe that should have been a sign.
I have heard of the terrible twos but living through it is something else entirely. I don't know if it's just him or all children. He was a lovely baby. I don't know what to do with him. He's at nursery 3 days per week and the evenings and other 4 days are a trial.
There is always Something. We can't have a day without incident. Something gets broken, destroyed, thrown, messed up. He's defiant, won't listen or do as he's told unless he wants to do the thing anyway, resists naps, a nightmare to put to bed (45 minutes battle every night regardless of the routine or time).
Today I was alone with the two DC for the first time as DP back at work.
The morning was ok. He keeps dragging the hoover and mop etc out of the cupboards and leaves it lying around for me to trip on. He can operate the locks. We mostly stayed in the garden, played. The baby napped thank god so I could give him my full undivided attention. Everything was nice. I stepped inside to get a glass of water (the sink is next to the door) and in that time he tipped a bag of soil on the deck. I was gone less than 30 seconds.
I had a CS and can't lift him so nap time was on the mattress on the floor, instead of in his cot, it took me 30 minutes of dragging him back and telling him to lie down before he fell asleep. He was visibly tired but just wanted to play in the drawers and eventually napped for 90 minutes.
He gets into everything, I feel like I spend all day putting things out of reach and still he finds something to wreck: my candles, perfumes, hairdryer, and this evening he found a spray bottle with bleach in it (Flash) and sprayed the kitchen floor while DP was putting the pram away. Neither of us know where he found it.
Everyone keeps telling me it gets better but it just feels like it's getting worse.
DP is putting him to bed and he's crying and screaming and I just want to run away. This will go on all evening and then we have to go to bed and the whole thing starts again in the morning.