It started at 6 a.m. in the morning.
Not only did he refuse to sleep last night, it took him at least an hour to actually fall asleep after wiggling around and whining, which means that I couldn’t sleep until he was asleep.
After the milk, the whining and sobbing began.
“No school no school”
“Stay at home with Mommy”
“Train train train want to go on the train”
There was also a massive amount of dishes to do from the day before because my partner apparently cannot boil a pot of water without dirtying at least 10 dishes and 5 pots.
I already did a massive load of dishes (full countertop and a sink full of it), but by some evil magic, the sink was full again by the end of dinner on the same day.
I started on the dishes because I had time and I didn’t want to come home tired, exhausted and have to ALSO do dishes and let them dry, etc.
I just wanted to come home and put them away. I should have done them the night before but I was so damn tired from fighting with Baby Bun from that morning as well. He had his Train privileges revoked for the day due to bad behaviour, and I took him to the park instead, but the whole day was just one whine after another.
So fast forward to this morning after the milk.
I tried to do the dishes but it is hard with a heavy child clinging to your leg, whining, crying, screaming, refusing to do anything. His father peeled him off me and the screaming grew louder and more insistent as he was without his mother then.
We tried punishing him with the timeouts in the room. Multiple times. Actually, about 45 minutes worth.
I barely choked down my tea, did my makeup, dressed and tried to get this screaming, flailing toddler into the car.
Down the elevator, they must have heard me screaming all the floors down in the elevator.
In the garage, I am sure all the cameras captured me red-faced, about to lose it.
I even had to park the car and lock it, then step away from it as a breather while he screamed in his seat.
I finally got back into the car and started driving.
I barely made it out 2 blocks again, before I pulled over, parked the car and just burst into tears.
Commence full on 10 minutes of crying, my makeup all smeared everywhere, runny nosed..
I just lost it, sobbing in the car this morning.
This is probably one of the worst mornings to date back home. I had MANY of these when we were on vacation.
I have no idea what else to do. I have tried being nice (multiple times before being mean, no one likes being mean), I have tried being firm, mean, nothing seems to work. It just gets worse.
TELL ME IT GETS BETTER PLEASE.
He’s now fine by the way. Playing quietly, happily, independently, not bothering me. I am able to work, but I can’t work from home every day.