Tuesday, September 12, 2006


Somewhere between the lotion squirted all over the top bunk, and the pile of porcelain dolls, I lost it, all energy to deal with the plate my darling CAPITAL T, 2 year old was dishing out. I'm not sure how I made it through the day yesterday without spanking her little butt fushia. But I did. Just so she could serve me a second helping of disaster today. I'm not sure how I made it through my prior children's rebellious second year, I look back on them now with fond memories, thinking they couldn't have been this bad. With her blue eyes and her curly top, it's hard to even stay mad, but I honestly feel at the end of my rope, and if I don't get control of the matter she will tear my whole house apart. She has recently, in the last 2 days, learned she can open doors, and reach all the light switches, on, off, on, off. Open, shut, destroy. Posters ripped, earrings scattered, file cabinet emptied,window cleaned with ones tongue. If any of you have seen the Steve Martin movie, I think it's called Parenthood, with the little boy that runs around with a bucket over his head, well that's Kasey. I'm sending out an SOS. Please get me through this.

3 comments:

amiedanny said...

Ahh yes. The twos. My comfort with Ethan the Destroyer has been the fact that I prefer the terrible twos to the TORRENTIAL THREES. I'm sure you didn't want to hear that. By four, they're a bit better. It is SO frustrating though, going from mess to mess to mess (while you're cleaning one up, another is being made, right?) and they're really too little to help much either.

Naptime=respite. Early bedtimes! Take a deep breath, take some pictures, and laugh about it later. Cry! Go to the bathroom and scream! Love the little bugger to death. This too will pass!

Get her busy doing something else in your supervision. I hate that. Keep her busy, occupied, and just nag nag nag that she needs to be Mommy's Helper instead of Mommy's Ticket to the Insane Assylum. Good luck!

Pen-nut said...

Well, you can take solace in the fact that there is only one. There are days when my 5 and 6 act like that, but they do it together, and then there's not much stopping them. Just don't forget to stop and hug her. I know there are days when I feel like I'm going crazy fixing one problem or another and I forget to stop and breathe. But at the end of the day when I look back I see how I could have made it so much better if I would have just stopped and hugged them, found something good they were doing, or just walked away to breathe for a moment. If nothing else - Keep smiling!! Love ya!!

hairball said...

I feel for you. Joe and I are about to send our beast to his Grandpa's house for a few days so we can calm down and start over.