The Terrible Twos: When your toddler goes rogue

The little dude is two and a half and his behaviour is becoming more and more challenging.

I’m not proud to admit I’ve cried multiple times a day for a while; normally out of sheer frustration when things go wrong.

My head isn’t great at the minute and I know that’s not helping; it feels a little like he can sense my mood and feeds from it. Continue reading “The Terrible Twos: When your toddler goes rogue”

Today is absolute hell

I don’t need to know that after the terrible twos comes other bad ages.  The Terrible Two’s should be called the Tragic Terrible Twatting Fucking Horrible Two’s.  That would be a better title.

Right now it can’t get any worse.  I know damn well it can always get worse but I’m having a little pity party here right now and I don’t even wish to be reminded of the Fucking Three’s.

I am currently sat on my sofa with a banging headache.  My house is a shit-hole. Continue reading “Today is absolute hell”