DAILY SNACK
Colum turned four last month and I was all ready to start celebrating.
Six whole months in which I would have neither a two or three year old!
Because aren’t those supposed to be the hardest ages?
Aren’t they?!
Well, let me tell you that so far four has a death grip on my sanity.
And it won’t let up until my sanity snaps right in two.
Meltdowns? Check.
Suddenly needing a nap after a year of not needing one? Check.
Not being willing to lie down for a nap? Double check.
Needing to do everything on your own? Yup.
Of course, that isn’t the same thing as actually doing it, you know.
It just means that you can’t do it for him and your entire day is at the mercy of a four-year-old’s sense of urgency.
Of course, four year olds have no sense of urgency.
None at all.
2 replies on “Parenting: It Just Gets Harder, Dammit”
Really? REALLY? Mine is just turning three and I’d heard that was worse than two, but I hadn’t considered the after life. Gah!
Well, it’s hard in a different way. As if that helps.