Terrible Tantrumming Terrifying Traumatic Twos

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Miss Rose is two. And don’t I know it.

Now, don’t get me wrong, my dear girl has always been prone to dramatics. As soon as she discovered she had influence over her surroundings she wanted to do just that, and she wanted to do it a lot. This was fine, it was manageable. As long as she was allowed to control a lot of her life, she was relatively willing to allow me to control certain aspects which I had to control.

Not so much now.

Miss Rose now wants to influence EVERYTHING. If she works out what I want her to do, she wants to do the opposite. For absolutely no reason than it means she is in control.

Today she cried and screamed and thrashed around because I put a blanket over her in the buggy. It was sub zero, frosty, windy, and with snow on the ground. She was cold. She cried that she was cold, she moaned about her hands being cold. I attempted to put the blanket back and she unleashed apocalyptic fury.

She will complain that she has done a wee in her nappy, I will go to change it and… BANG. Rage. She will twist, and kick. She will fling herself around, and smack her head into things. She will physically hurt both herself and me to prevent her nappy from being changed.

It is, quite honestly, exhausting.

I make so much effort towards patience and maintaining an air of calm. She thrashes and shrieks and I carry on, gently explaining why I’m doing what I am doing, and that she will only be made uncomfortable or unhappy if she behaves in the way she is behaving because what I am doing is for her benefit. I try so hard. Usually I manage. Sometimes I do not. Sometimes when I am tired, ill, running late or just fed up with being headbutted in the face for the fifth time, I snap. I shout. I cry. I leave the room and scream into a pillow. I just cannot take anymore and it is horrible.

Photo credit Public Domain Pictures

Photo credit Public Domain Pictures

I reassure myself that it would not be referred to as the terrible twos if being terrible wasn’t a pretty standard part of the experience. It is normal. It sucks, but it is normal.

Normal. Exhausting. Stressful.

I bloody love that child. Good job really.

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Thanks as always for reading, and I’ll speak to you soon I hope!

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3 responses to “Terrible Tantrumming Terrifying Traumatic Twos

  1. Stay strong. X

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  2. I am having similar difficulties with Molly, I feel your pain and I cope a lot less well than you do, I think.

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