The last couple of weeks have been a little challenging with Zach. It seems no matter what I do I cannot please the boy. He is 13 days away from turning two and right now I’m wondering if we are going to make it through those 13 days.
At first I blamed it on him being sick, then on teething, on developmental stages, leaving him overnight, and on the terrible two’s. I’ve read tons of parenting web sites and even flipped through the toddler how-to books that line my bookshelves trying to find some kind of explanation for his behavior. I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no explanation.
There is no rhyme or reason for his behavior. He gets mad when I wake him up in the morning. He gets mad when I try to change his clothes. He gets mad when I pour him a cup of milk that he asked me for two seconds before. He really gets mad when I drop him off at day care–so mad that he refuses to eat breakfast and flips himself out of his chair onto the floor. He gets mad when I pick him up and when I put him down. He screams, cries, and occasionally swings and hits. But mostly, he just cries.
I know kids go through phases, but this one has just about done me in. I’m trying really hard to react in a loving way without giving in too much. I know that I have to choose which battles I’m going to fight. Does it really matter whether he wears his pj’s to day care? No. Does it matter if he gets his diaper changed? Yes. I don’t think that is really unreasonable, but he seems to think I’m the world’s worst mother for it.
Every day I’m trying to come up with a new game plan for the morning routine because it seems to be the hardest part of the day and the routine I came up with the day before didn’t work. I’ve tried getting him up earlier, getting him up later, changing the order of when and how we do each morning task and nothing seems to work. The new plan involves me waking up at least a half hour earlier in the morning and trying to get him to eat breakfast at home. At least that way he gets some food in him before the screaming and crying start. If it works I’ll gladly give up that extra half hour of sleep.
I realize that the only thing that will really work is to just give it time. It has to stop eventually, right? I just don’t get how that little angelic face above can turn into this in a matter of seconds.