Being a parent is so difficult sometimes.
I wish it was all about smiles, laughter, happy moments, and fun times. Unfortunately in order to achieve all of those happy moments there’s some background dirty work that has to occur. Why can’t children just pop out as perfectly behaved, permanently cheerful creatures?
Rosie has been having such a difficult time lately. It’s funny because each year it gets a little more difficult–you’d think it would get easier at some point, but alas no. Age four has been the most challenging yet. Ages 1, 2, and 3 were cake in comparison. CAKE, I’m telling you. Age four has brought attitude by the bucketful. Attitude and girly drama complete with, “You hate me!” and crocodile tears, wailing and gnashing of teeth, demanding, foot stomping and arm crossing.
Some days I’m not sure how much more I can take!
Rosie has been especially horrific acting these past few weeks. Last night I said some mean truths to her–no one wants to be around someone who cries and pouts and growls ALL THE TIME. No one has fun, no one likes to spend time with her. She has been picking random things to freak out over and then throwing a tantrum for an hour or more. Constant stuff, over and over. After I told her how miserable she makes us all she then cried herself to sleep.
Sad. So sad. I was very mean. :'(
I realized last night that this has started since Tyler has switched his work hours to night shift and also started working some during the day. I think her upping the scary four year old attitude and Tyler being gone so much are quite possibly related.
These four year olds, they are complex creatures, I’m telling you.
Since I had that revelation last night I’ve been much more understanding of her today. She has also been better behaved, and much more pleasant. Thank goodness.
She seems to have the need to control arbitrary things, which has started since Tyler’s hours switched. I have to go back and remind myself to not sweat the small stuff.
I wish they sold patience in a bottle.