Ever since we have moved my little dude has been a nightmare. I hate to say this about my little guy, but I just don't know any other way to put it. Before I get into why he has been so horrible let me just say that I can understand!
I understand that when you move out of an environment that is the only one you know it is hard. Not to mention living in a temporary place until you can settle in somewhere. I can understand that it isn't any fun to have pretty much everything that you own in a box sitting in a garage. I know that having daddy gone all the time is hard, believe me I know! I understand that it is hard to leave what you know and start on something new is one of the most difficult things that you have to deal with. I guess what I don't understand is being 3 years old and having to be faced with this.
I think that it wouldn't be so bad to live with grandma and grandpa when you are 3. There is better food and better treats. There is more people to cuddle with and watch tv with. They even have some pretty fun toys that we don't have. Grandma and Grandpa are some pretty cool people, they are really cool to live with.
What I don't get is why does everything have to be a fight? When did a 3 year old become more intelligent than a 27 year old or even a 53 year old? At what point when mom is yelling her heart out to get you to just sit down and listen do you think that is funny? How many times do you have to sit in a time out before you realize that we mean business? Why do you not understand what the word stop means when you are being told to knock it off but you totally get it when you see a stop sign? How many times do I have to say something before you hear me and do what I ask of you? And mostly where in the world did you learn that hurting someone is ok?
I really have had it. I can not take any more back talking, yelling, not listening, hitting, bugging people just to get them worked up, and fits. I feel like I have turned into a Monster Mommy. I feel that I am no longer patient with them. I can not get a word to sink into him. I can not get him to settle down long enough to explain anything to him. I find myself yelling at him over almost everything. It is always a fight to get him to do anything. Even getting dressed is always an issue, not to mention the crap that we go through just to lay down and go to bed.
I am at a loss. Most would say that it is just a phase because of all the changes that he is going through. I really don't know what to think about it. He just isn't the same little guy anymore. I feel like I can't be happy around him because he frustrates me so bad.
There are times when I think that it is just me, hormonal, stressed me. Maybe I am too strict or too impatient. Maybe I am too controlling. Either way how does this come to an end so that we can have peace again? How do we stop it now so that we don't get stuck with any bad habbits? How do we not ruin our relationship between mother and son? How do I put away what he calls the Moster Mommy and be the Fun, Happy, Patient Mommy again?