Why didn’t anyone tell me that going from one child to two was going to be freaking HARD?
It has been three weeks since I have been a mom of two sweet boys. And honestly, I think they are out to get me!
If Brody (my 2 year old) isn’t being exceedingly jealous of his newborn baby brother, Landon, then it is Brody showing his butt and throwing a “Terrible Two” tantrum. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t know how any mom can deal with it! I should have waited until Brody turned 18 years old and then I should have had my second. Maybe then, I would still have my sanity.
Discipline. They say. Be consistent. They say. Obviously, these people are raising Little Angels and I have spawned evil demon children.
I should have known that all the crap I gave my parents growing up would come back to haunt me in ways I never imagined.
Between cleaning the house, worrying about finances, and raising two kids; I am just trying to keep my head above water and keep my babies alive.
I have no problem with the sanctimommies or even the crunchy mamas! I just don’t have time to add anything to my life that requires more than handing my son a juice box and sitting his
ass in front of the TV with some Paw Patrol on REPEAT! I mean as I am typing this, my son is hanging on my head like a gymnast and screaming like a freaking banshee.
Brody is at the beautiful age, where any amount of discipline has absolutely no reaction from me.
Most of day goes like this….
::Brody screaming and crying::
Me: Are you hungry?
Me: Are you thirsty?
Me: Did you poop?
Me: Do you hate mommy?
::shakes head yes and runs away::
In these moments, I look at Landon and thank God that he can’t speak or crawl or walk. Then I consider, not teaching Landon to speak or crawl or walk….but I am trying to be a good mama and plus I can’t handicap the little one. It isn’t his fault that Brody has ruined any good expectations from Landon.
So while I wait for Brody to out grow these horrid times and for Landon to reach them, I am going to take my stress out by exercising. And some nights, maybe through a glass of wine.
My boys are my heart and soul, but sometimes I just need some me time to recuperate. Boys will be boys! I can’t blame them for being so excited to hang out with mommy all day!