I won’t lie when I say I had completely forgotten about todderhood. Those days when they scream if you sit them down, scream when you pick them up and you don’t dare even think of handing them the wrong coloured cup or you will have water chucked over your head, followed by giggles.
Toddlerhood is completely and utterly impulsive and if your toddler is anything like mine; their moods change quicker than an adult with bipolar on speed.
No, you guessed it, I am most definitely NOT cherishing these days. I do not cherish the moments when she is having a meltdown as soon as I get up to walk out of the room, and I do not cherish the moments when she is throwing heavy, blunt objects at my head. This time will pass.. Or so they say.
I always knew my second born would be much harder work. I hit the jackpot with Alfie and I was incredibly lucky for him to be an easy, content, happy baby. Surely you can’t hit the jackpot twice!? My mum and dad have been waiting patiently to laugh at my misfortune to have a child exactly like me I’m sure.
Each day with a toddler is a new challenge – what are they going to cry about today? Will they let me have a coffee in peace? What object will be thrown at my head? But the most favourite game said toddler likes to play – orange squash or piss? No matter what it is, it’s apparent to be amusing to sit and splash it, whether it be warm or cold.
As much as I try to embrace these moments in toddlerhood, I still have to sit, breathe, and count to ten most of the time. In all honesty I wasn’t prepared for this, I don’t think I ever will be and I look forward to bed time so I can sit in a corner and rock back and forth whilst cuddling a bottle of wine.
I bloody love my daughter, but it doesn’t mean I have to like her all the time.