Do parents have a limit?
This was the question I found myself pondering today after some absolute vile behaviour from the mancub.
He is three in a few weeks and I’ve had eighteen months of hell to be honest.
Pre-school tell me he is strong-willed.
He argues with me now – and he will not listen to a word I say.
I’ve tried the softly-softly call approach, he doesn’t listen.
I lose my shit and he still doesn’t listen.
Remember Supernanny? You know when you used to see those vile kids and blame the parents and be totally judgemental.
I have one of those kids and I am one of those parents.
He has full on screaming fits and tantrums. Nothing I do works.
What sort of parent am I? Am I a bad mum?
I’m strict, always but I know I’m fair. He is spoilt but he has to earn treats.
I spent 28 years wanting to be a mum. I spent three years trying to conceive and breaking my heart thinking I would never be a mum.
But some days I don’t want to be a parent, it’s not supposed to be like this. Is it?
I’m doing my best – I’m staying positive and doing all I can. But will I break? Is there a limit to how much I can take?
I don’t think as a parent you have a limit, there is too much love there, you just take it and try harder. Anyone else find themselves furious with their child and then wishing them awake ten minutes after they go to bed?
I’m hoping it’s all a phase and will get easier. It will get easier right?
If it doesn’t, please lie….